Here I am, sweating from every pore in xeric Marrakech, trying to focus on living in the moment, not on arriving back to home-sweet-home in 82ish hours.  Of the five of you who read this blog, at least four are as well or better traveled than I.  One of my goals in blogging whilst traveling is to plant seeds in the minds of my former students – hoping that they will envision themselves encountering the world beyond North America.  So, remind my stinky-sweaty-world-weary-weenie self:  why travel?

PS:  Mad props to fellow lexophile and esteemed colleague Tandra for sharing the word xeric with me.