In the High Atlas Mountains of central Morocco lies the Vallee des Roses, better known as the Valley of a Thousand Kasbahs. I met some local children when I stopped to photograph them as they carried firewood.
Do key-chains, a splendid tan, or photographs some stranger took of you in front of the Eiffel Tower qualify as treasures of a trip? Or, are you more the type to seek the joy of discovery by expanding your knowledge of world events and developing an awareness of your own potential? Can you find the real magic of travel?
Apprehension oozed from my senses as I boarded a local bus, or red devil, knowing that, by day’s end, I would reach the borderline of the Darien Gap, the end of the earth for Panama.
Across the channel, where life concealed itself, the natural habitats would allow us to travel, at least in our imagination, to the origins of time.
Walking back in time to the 1930s and imagine what life was like without electricity and running water at the home of author Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.