It was an exceptionally busy (and fun) year that started in Zanzibar, ended in the Deep South, with stops in Princeton, NYC, Michigan, Montana, and more!
When 26 African and American musicians came together for a singular performance in the Algerian desert. Plus, I got a little wild with a few American friends who came for the show.
Have all the waiters been replaced by robots? I don’t like it.
A weekend trip to the “Cubist painting” southern Algerian town of Ghardaia offers more than just vintage rugs at amazingly low prices.
After catching up with family and friends in Michigan, Denver, and Montana, I’m back in Princeton, trying to find my groove. A literary lecture helps.
Adam’s academic year in quaint-yet-stately Princeton is a nice way for me get reacquainted with life in America.
After three years living in Algeria, I will miss a lot.
Sleeping under the starry skies in the Sahara Desert, collecting desert guards and Tuareg jewelry, and swimming in a crystal clear desert Oasis = magic.
A message from some supposed diplomats suggesting Adam and are well-known swingers makes Zanzibar a weird trip.
Happy another year in the early 2020s! I think it’s becoming increasingly clear as the COVID pandemic turns endemic that we’ll all look back on this time as one four or five year chunk rather than as individual, distinct years. I am typing this post poolside, under a breadfruit tree, 50 yards from the Indian […]