I spent 775 days in Peace Corps The Gambia. But how do you truly measure that time when so many of the experiences can’t be explained? How do you count the moments of love, the lessons in resilience?
Both literal and metaphorical black clouds lingered over our heads during the entirety of our Canary Islands getaway. But since Mallory and I have been living in The Gambia long enough, we knew how to laugh it off and we somehow managed to enjoy the vacation we both had so badly needed.
With the Riff Mountains providing an illustrious backdrop, Chefchaouen instantly had me swooning over its 50 shades of blue. Small-town charm keeps the city humbly…
I pictured “majestic” – riding through the Sahara Desert atop camels on Christmas Day. It would be a real life “We Three Kings of Orient Are…
Morocco’s big cities, Marrakesh and Fez, left me in a dizzying daze. A seemingly endless maze of narrow streets and alleys twisted to crowded markets,…
This is what happens when a mother-daughter duo obsessed with monkeys gets too close to the primates. Here are only a few of the dozens of pictures…
After the flight to Brussels, more waiting and the final flight to Gambia, we arrived after nearly 36 hours of traveling. As we arrived, my nerves were replaced with pure excitement
