In 2012 I bought a one-way ticket to Morocco, sold my car, picked up an Arabic dictionary and enrolled in an archaeological field school in the Middle East.
|Driven by the desire to see every inch of this planet (borders and politics be damned), I set out to get to the bottom of who I am and what I want from this world. Traveling mostly on foot I hitchhiked around North Africa, hiked Spain’s Mediterranean coast , caught a plane to Egypt where I wandered across Sinai into the Middle East and settled in Jordan, living amongst Bedouin and colleagues working on an excavation. Intrigued by the crisis in Syria I began tagging along with journalists, who were anticipating the extreme force that was to come, before making my way into Palestine and Israel where I found a land cloaked in obscurity and experienced a full paradigm shift. Landlocked I caught a plane to Greece and roamed the ancient landscapes, island-hopping my way to Turkey. Experienced the best of Byzantium, Constantinople, and Istanbul. And, with one final burst of energy, found my way back home to the States.This is my story, and those to come. Posts are not sorted chronologically, rather they find their way to the blogosphere when I feel it’s high time they make their debut.
Between travels i’ll be working on the manuscript of my first book. A memoir titled “Yallah, Bye” in which i’ll recount my wild days abroad during the Arab spring. Exposing the cultures, food, history and daily stresses and blessings of raw, solo travel through the Middle East.
I would love to hear from you–feel free to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org for any questions, comments or concerns.