We spent the day in the High Atlas Mountains at the outskirts of Marrakesh, hiking up to a Berber village where we were treated to lunch by a local family. The day was overcast and a little wet, the olive groves gorgeous and in the process of being harvested, the people warm but a little wary (what do they really think of us, American tourists trekking into their little towns with our fancy cameras and hiking shoes?), the children so innocent and beautiful. A lovely day really, but somehow I felt I had trespassed into their homes and way of life.
And to close out a long and interesting day, we had dinner in the smoky and chaotic Medina, where dinner for eight of us cost less than 30 bucks–but also involved fending off dozens of aggressive vendors, snake charmers and monkey handlers.
