Abdulla, as we came to find out, gave off great vibes. He was a Berber, or a member of the ethnic group scattered throughout Northern Africa. Eventually, he invited us to have tea in his home and meet his family; he said it was a 30-minute hike.
My friend and I telepathically decided he was not going to murder us (we each undoubtably weighed more than Abdulla), and followed his lead deeper into the mountains. We passed through villages, stopped in his son’s classroom to meet the teacher and other children, and got a glimpse of life in Northwest Morocco. As we walked, the fields gradually become more lush, and at one point we even stopped to drink from a mountain spring.
We carried on through more fields, still unsure of where we were headed or what to expect. We also passed nasty dogs several times, truly scary animals that would bark intensely until they realized Abdullah was leading us, at which point they’d instantly calm down.