Our mostly true tale of survival during a global pandemic.
It’s yet another reason why I hate Crosby, Stills & Nash.
Morocco’s local mountain range is nothing to sneeze at.
We go glamping on the last exit for civilization.
A city in northwestern Morocco that’s noted for blue paint shortages.
Is that the Atlantic Ocean back there? Or the Mediterranean Sea? Surprise, it’s both!
The dress code here is basically, “Just wear pants.”
Experience Europe in its most concentrated form.
Ask about our “Exiled Royal Family” discount—heirs to the throne eat free!