Kota Bharu, the capital of Malaysia’s Kelantan province, is a quiet city. There seem to be wider, more plentiful streets than the people need. Few…
We came to Konya to be near Rumi. Near in any sense. Just near. Near is good. Might our poetry improve? Our philosophy? Our humanity?…
Our feet touch Spanish soil in Algeciras. Dusk is upon us when we debark and the dark is nearly complete by the time we’re out…
The plaza at Jemaa El Fna is never really empty: some of the juicers of oranges probably pass their entire lives there, and even early…
The Iberia flight from Chicago to Madrid is nothing if not a clear line of demarcation from the United States: A substantial airline meal, with…
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