I’m in a stranger’s house, sipping Moroccan mint tea and eating hot, just-off-the-stove bread while gazing at the snow-capped mountains surrounding the Berber village of Imlil.
We arrive at Aisha’s house in the settlement of Arghan during our three-hour tea and breadmaking walk through the valley, passing fields of walnut, apple, and cherry trees, mud-built homes, and boys in djellabas playing by mountain streams.
