being put on a plane alone to Nicaragua when I was 9, geting lost in the tiny forests of Denmark and discovering a castle and being offer a job there which I still regret not taking, slipping on mountains of sand while watching the sun set in the sahara, my surprise Moroccan wedding, and that is only the beginning...

"If we are to reach real peace in this world . . . we shall have to begin with the children."

jazz and Rumi, late night musings, dancing with fire or in empty alleyways, getting lost in foreign cities, laughter without reason, the vivid colors of orange like the ones found in desert sunsets, the taste of rain and red wine, perusing the minds of philosophers and friends, unseen beauty and art, salsa or bachata or lindy or argentian tango, or sleazy blues, random acts of kindness, photographing the eccentricities of the world, inky scribbles on park benches, juicy fruits, midnight picnics