On the Way to Tetouan

The highway we've walked the past three days from Tangier to Tetouan is a busy one, but it's far more pedestrian- compatible than any highway in Spain, as everybody here seems to walk at one time or another. Taxis, vans, and trucks are ready to stop at any time to pick someone up. However, Olivia and I did the kilometers on foot, camping the first night in a field after asking the owner's permission. Some local boys helped us pitch our tent, and although very poor, the owner of the field showed up with flat bread and potato stew for us to eat.
Yesterday's walk took us up into the beginning of the Rif Mountains, which are nothing one would expect to see. The womens' straw hats and colorful clothing, and the dark green mountains seem more like something one would see in Guatemala than Morocco. We camped Christmas Eve in a relatively secluded spot in the mountains, then continued our walk this morning, descending towards Tetouan. Before arriving here we were invited to tea by an old fellow named Ahmed and his friend Abdullah. Ahmed gave us some words of wisdom before we departed to finish the day's trek.
We've just arrived in Tetouan; once again we have a Couchsurfing host waiting for us, l'hamdullah!