Love—and an ode to our 5 weeks.
I’m back at home. Back in Jersey, wearing AK’s sweater and thinking of him, missing him to pieces. Back at home, with mix of feelings that robs me from all energy. It’s always like that when I have to leave him back in Morocco, when I come back to my apartment to find myself without him. In a lot of ways, I feel irremediably sad. I’ve never felt more terrible than when I turned my back on him at the airport and walked away, knowing that what I really wanted was to stay right by his side. I’ve never felt more alone, more empty than during my flight from Madrid to New York—with every minute that passed, I despondently became more and more aware that I was gett

Morocco: and an ode to this month.
I am in Morocco. I have not forgotten about ESSAOUIRA WALKING. As a matter of fact, I am getting a lot of material to write about. I am having a blast. I apologize for disappering like that, but I will be back on rather soon. Thanks for hanging in there with me :) Posted in Uncategorized

Happiness—and an ode to Pablo Neruda.
I can’t say that I like poetry. I don’t read it. I don’t enjoy it. But there are always exceptions. At least one. In my literature classes in high school, lessons on the work of Pablo Neruda were constant. An illustrious Chilean poet, one of the most significant and imposing names in Latin American literature.  But I was too young and negligent to care, until one day I saw an Italian movie called Il Postino. I became obsessed with Neruda, and his wo

Happiness—and an ode to letting love drive you mad!
Pedro Calderón de la Barca once wrote “When love is not madness, it is not love.” I like him! I like him  because I like letting love drive me mad to the point where I laugh to myself. I’m crazy in love today! I just called him, I just heard his voice right there on my ear, and I felt the sweet effect of his words go down my spine and electrify me. He told me he’s crazy in love today, too!! Next week, we’ll be together. And those words would become much, much better. I’m cr

ESSAOUIRA WALKING—and an ode to its readers and visitors.
ESSAOUIRA WALKING is a very young endeavor, conceived only two months ago, exactly at the beginning of August. The idea for it came from a mixture of things: My relationship with AK is everything but ordinary and for that reason, I needed a channel to let my words flow in a way that would help me make sense of my own thoughts and feelings towards him and towards our relationship. The adoration that I have not only for Essaouira, but for everything Moroccan. I decided that I needed my own little way to celebrate this country, along with everything it represents and with everything it brought into my life. And along the way, I hoped I could bring back good