The first day of the trek set the tone for things to come. We started our ascent of Mount Toubkal at 5am and didn’t stop walking until 11pm. Our trek was to start at the top of Mount Toubkal, so, of course, we had to climb it first. There was a part of me that resented that “wasted” effort but that faded under the magnificence of an Atlas sunrise.
Towards the end of the trek, we were crossing into the Agadir plain with its searing desert temperatures. We had stopped to rest in the shade of a wall when a villager, Hassan, rushed down to invite us into his house. There he allowed us to bathe our feet, wash our dirt-filled hands and faces and then he spread out a feast fit for a king and queen. He will always be in my heart.