Day 148: From the Nothing Springs Dubai

"20 years ago, there was nothing here." Saaid, our Uber driver told me. "Like, which buildings, do you mean?" I asked looking out over the vast expanse of development and construction projects. "All of them." The rampant rise of turning a desert into a booming world economy that is hosting the World Expo next year…

Day 144: The Middle East Starts in Oman

The middle east has always captivated us. Growing up in America, you are practically conditioned to be afraid of the region. As a child of the 80's and 90's, I got a quick synopsis of the Israeli and Palestinian conflict in 'Western Civilizations' class in high school, but 9/11 was the coffin nail to the…

Day 136: Big Things in Tiny Malta

Sometimes the littlest things can have a big impact. A pawn can force a checkmate, the small keystone keeps the integrity of the bridge, and a small island in the Mediterranean can serve as a tactical and strategic bastion of war for over two millennia. The tiny island of Malta is such a place. Inhabited…

Day 131: The Canary Islands- Tenerife

We met our friends 'The Macs' at the airport in Tenerife South after a much needed layover in Lisbon. It was great being back in Europe (and one of our favorite cities in the world) and we celebrated by a Mexican food feast in Lisbon with chips and guacamole, burritos and margaritas. We snagged a…

Day 124: Morocco Part 3-Marrakesh to Essaouria

Computer hacker Roman Seleznev was already on the run. As the son of an influential Russian politician, he had committed credit card fraud in 2008 against the Atlanta company 'RBS Worldplay' and was suspected of cybercrimes all over the world. In all, he defrauded over 3,000 financial institutions and was suspected of skimming millions of…

Day 115: Sand boarding the Sahara

There's just something about the desert. Deserts are one of the most unforgiving and inhospitable landscapes on our mother earth. Not only can the heat peak over the 50 degree mark, erosion and weathering gives them an ephemerality that few environs have. Yet, walking around the sand, you start to notice things. Little scratches from…

Day 108: Under the Moroccan Sky

"Honey, slow down! You're scaring me!" Lisa said. "I'm only going 60 km per hour. It's like 40 miles per hour back home!" I replied. "Yes, but the speed limit is 40 and there are tight turns here. I'm sliding all around my seat and hitting the window!" "Exactly! We could drive the speed limit…