My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  Can it be we have arrived back to where we began? It feels as though a thousand suns have risen and set; not the sixty we experienced...

View of the old tannery, Fes, Morocco Our taxi drive from Chefchaouen to Fes, Morocco, took just over three hours. After a brief wait ...

  Blue the color of the sky covers the walls in Chefchaouen , Morocco—founded in 1471. It is said to symbolize the sky and heaven, and...

Destiny is turning me in the direction of home. A steady hand guides me as the compass turns west, from London, England to ...

It seems ages ago that I left the United States. I wonder if I have died and entered a dream landscape that has turned generations of ...

I have been traveling for two weeks—first Egypt and now Morocco. The experience has brought me ...

In one week, I will be in Egypt. The first time I went was at the beginning of a trip around the world in 2008, and I had s...

Now that I have returned to the United States, I feel as if I am emerging from one month of wandering through a complex labyrinth. I seld...

THE DREAM has a life of it’s own. I may have plans but if I am fluid in THE DREAM, sudden shifts occur and I must go along. I had planned to...

Now that I am alone in Morocco, I am moving in any direction without restraint. This morning I left Fez to travel south to Merzouga , a famo...

While still in Paris, the night before leaving, a dreamy transport came over me and a rhapsodic tingling flowed from my feet to my head—and...