Growing up in university towns as the daughter of an untenured professor, my frequent moves left me with a hunger for travel and other cultures. I first visited Czechoslovakia in 1985 and met my literary hero, Vaclav Havel. After the Revolution I settled in Prague, where I worked as a translator and journalist, writing about Czech pub and cafe culture. Here I met and married my Czech Dissident poet husband. Prague has been the place of my heart ever since. Lately, however, I've begun to feel the same sort of pull towards the language and culture of Morocco. Who knows where this latest journey will take me?