I figure the best way to explain (some of) what I've been experiencing is through photos and stories.
The second weekend that I was here, our group traveled about an hour south to visit the towns of Ifrane and Azrou.
Ifrane resembled a town nestled in the Alps and all of the houses were European in style. Even the lay-out of the town seemed to make sense- clearly it wasn't Moroccan.
After Ifrane, we ate breakfast at the home of a Berber man named Zorgan. I know, I can't make this up though. After filling up on delicious Moroccan pancakes soaked in honey, mysterious almond cookies, coffee and mint tea, we headed off on a hike into the Middle Atlas Mountains.
Along the way, we came across a gaggle of primates.
After a couple of hours of hiking through an enchanted forest, a smattering of snow patches (which provoked all out snow-ball fight war betwixt members of our group) and thinking we would never actually reach the summit of any mountain, we came upon a view that left me speechless.
Despite the day turning out grey and cold, the views were spectacular and I enjoyed getting to stretch my legs hiking the mountain terrain. It was also great to be able to breath in fresh air after two weeks of dirty city air.
I feel like I have been floored more times than I could have imagined on this trip. And it hasn't even been from sights and places, but conversations and occurances and understanding between the friends that I've made. God has been so faithful to take my breath away at LEAST once a day. My communion with the Lord has been so much deeper and sweeter left to the devices that He strengthen me and empower me in the most unexpected ways. One of the sweetest parts of the trip has been being able to use the incredible places that we have traveled as a testament to the Author of it all.
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