A little above ten degrees centigrade, and we were cowering inside the souvenir shop at Pier 33’s Hornblower Alcatraz Landing. The longer we stayed, the more unnecessary knick-knacks I purchased. We drove all the way from Santa Clara, California where we were shacking for one month, under the spell of our nifty GPS gadget sitting…
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Photo Essay: Kasbah des Oudaïas And Le Tour Hassan, Rabat, Morocco
Crumpled and torn. Already battered, yet we were using it for the first time. Our toddler Luna prolly had too much fun playing with it. The map that Jahlil, our Couchsurfing host, doodled may not be Lonely Planet worthy but it served its purpose well. Which was to guide us through Rabat’s labyrinth-like walled medina…
Rio Carnival 2012: Party Tickets For Two And A Half
It was chaos around the brekkie buffet table at nine-ish in the morn. Fellow guests have awoken late as well and were zombie-walking their way out of the lift and into the restaurant. No alcohol was served but the room smelled like it. We thrashed our way through the befuddled crowd and heard murmurs of…
Photo Essay: Geek Out At Intel Museum
Oh how crestfallen these geek parents were when we learned about Intel Museum’s temporary closure due to renovation during our visit in May of last year. It was our first time to step foot on San Francisco Bay Area’s famed Silicon Valley and aside from the hubby’s job interview, we only got our eyes set…
Round-The-World Vagabonding: Our Ten Fave Temporal “Homes”
A solar-powered guest studio in the middle of the forest, an artist’s cabin in a trailer park by the beach, and a Moroccan riad with an unobstructive view of a UNESCO World Heritage listed ksar… These are a few of our awesome accommodations during our 280-day round-the-world vagabonding. One night, one week, one month. It…
Parenting On The Road: A Housewife Without A House
“Hot dogs always seem better out than at home; so do French-fried potatoes; so do your children.” ~ Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960It was a dream we lived for 280 days that luckily did not end in tatters. But that’s not to say I got out unscathed. In fact, I emerged battered and bruised….
Hassan II Mosque, Casablanca, Morocco: A Persian’s Birthday
As I munched my jaw-locking, uber chewy breakfast baguette in our characterless Casablanca hotel room, I mindlessly watched a steady morning stream of passersby from the balcony. I was thinking real hard. The room service guy looked vaguely familiar. I knew I saw that face recently somewhere… Before I could recall, the hubby’s voice tugged…
280 RTW Days… And Why We’re Home So Soon.
“Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.” ~ Anthony BrandtIt ended sooner than expected. Then again, who’s really counting the days? Not us (but that counter on my sidebar is). And I bet my stenchy goat leather wallet from Morocco that you guys aren’t counting either. You most definitely…
Huaca Pucllana, Lima, Peru: The Ruins And A Red Balloon
Photo Essay: National Museum of Anthropology (Museo Nacional de Antropología), Mexico City
If your adrenaline junkie soul reckons museum ambling is a bore, this one might spark your interest for it could literally keep you on your toes. Spread across an area of more than seven hectares, with multiple exhibition halls, National Museum of Anthropology could easily burn your whole day. But if you intend to do…