This morning I took a small hike up past a nearby spring to the ruins of a mosque (built by the Spanish, but by my understanding never used by the locals) overlooking town. I can't get over all of the green out here!
Every night, the call to prayer is mesmerizing -- the numerous mosques around town blending together in a way that is surprisingly musical compared to what I hear back in Assoul (where the new loudspeaker has made it quite a bit more difficult to sleep through early morning prayers).
I can't stop feeling like I am in a European mountain town.
And I am making myself ill off of goat cheese, which I did not realize was a local speciality until I arrived here.
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