A slow journey to Mount Toubkal Marrakesh: Before the Walking Begins I arrived in Marrakesh and met the rest of the hiking party there. The city felt like a beginning, loud, generous, and full of movement. We spent the afternoon wandering through the medina, breathing in the scent of spices piled high on market stalls and admiring the artisan goods displayed with such care and patience. It was a gentle easing in, a way of shedding whatever we had carried with us into the city

stuffed potato and meatballs in tomato sauce A comforting dish for cold, grey days It’s that time of year when the days are cold, wet, and mostly grey.The kind of weather that slows everything down and quietly calls for comfort food. This is the season for meals that warm the house as they cook, dishes that simmer gently, fill the kitchen with familiar smells, and bring everyone a little closer to the table. Comfort food doesn’t have to be complicated. It just needs time, car

Rediscovering a Journey While organising old files on my laptop, I stumbled upon a folder of photos from a family trip to Zambia a few years ago. Looking through those images, the colours, the wildlife, the smiles, I felt it would be a shame not to share them. That trip was more than a holiday; it was a dream I had carried with me for years. The Dream of a Reunion-Trip to Zambia I had always imagined a reunion in Zambia: my French family, my siblings scattered across the worl

Rouleaux de Chou Farci Cabbage Rolls Stuffed Cabbage or chou farci, a comforting dish inspired by home and travel, In Zambia, cabbage is one of those vegetables you find everywhere. It grows easily, and many families grow it in their gardens, so there was always a fresh head of cabbage nearby. When I was growing up, cabbage was part of our everyday cooking. We made it sautéed with onions and tomatoes, or shaved it very finely for a simple salad with salt, pepper and a squeeze

Growing up in Zambia, the chicken gizzard wasn’t just another part of the bird—it was a symbol of respect, honor, and tradition . In many...

Ever since I became friends with Khadija years ago, I knew that one day I would visit Morocco, her homeland, the place she spoke about with such warmth and pride. Born and raised there, she later moved to France but returned every year to reconnect with her roots, family, and friends. In our many conversations, she painted vivid pictures of Moroccan landscapes and culture, always ending with: “One day, I’ll take you on a trek in the Sahara Desert.” Khadija wasn’t just remini