The unforgettable sights, sounds, and tastes of Marrakech
One year later: the enduring memories of Marrakech
A journey of self-discovery and unexpected adventures
We walked up the road on the mountain and found a path that jutted into the shade, continuing upward. My stomach rolled in pain, and the sweat stained my shirt as my bag grew heavier. How much longer, we asked the guide. Only a few more miles, he replied, smiling. I swallowed my groan and looked at my friend Joe, who did the same.
