Olivia and I arrived in Fes on adrenalin and faith, then quickly succumbed to illness and exhaustion. I was also emaciated, trembly and lame; a wreck. I felt that Fes may be the end of the line. But after ten days of convalescent leave with Max and his medicines, his cooking, and casual 'esteja a vontade' hospitality, Olivia and I are ready to go our separate ways, nourished and rested, if a little saddened. Obrigado, Max.
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