A woman experiences the full Turkish bath experience for the first time.
After being told she may never walk again, a traveler not only learns to walk again but decides to climb Mt. Sinai.
Realistically, where was this going? I was from California but lived in Korea. He lived in Spain but hailed from London.
She may have lived a long life since her trip to Istanbul, but she can still recall the passion awoken by the young man in Sultanahmet.
The citywide siren filled every corner of the house–a house in Tel Aviv without a bomb shelter.
"Please bring your bag over here" are not words you want to hear from a customs agent. Ever.
I'm exhausted after witnessing and processing the existence of yet another world that is so entirely different than my own.
When the lights go out in a historical Turkish bath, one woman is enlightened.
The Medina of Damascus is a labyrinth of winding medieval alleys, every turn of a corner revealing something new.
I don't ordinarily wear perfume, but I sought out the perfume-maker because I desired something very particular.
My progress in deciphering the conundrums of modern day Karachi is going nowhere.
A free 10-day tour of Israel takes a group of young Americans from Jerusalem to a kibbutz to Bedouin territory.
A woman travels to Tehran, Iran, with her seven and nine year old daughters.
Every detail you observe, every person you meet, every fact you learn, makes it more difficult to generalize, to presume, to stereotype.
We headed toward the Libyan border, entering the cusp of the Western Desert that branches out into the Sahara.