June
Five weeks on the road, most of them swallowed up by Morocco. The parts that stay with me: a night spent at the steps of the Kasbah de Boulaouane, breaking bread with its gatekeeper as the walls went gold and then dark — and, somewhere in the middle of it all, the two stray kittens who had smuggled themselves aboard the van and decided it was home (until I found them a better one.) There also was family again, faces I hadn’t seen in too long and happy to know I’ll see again. Now I’m turning north, back toward home, where summer has truly arrived ahead and festival season is warming up.