We did return to the village of Telouet. We drove there on our own with no guide. This time there was no welcoming committee.
Our host smiled creepily and tried to stop us as we moved toward the door, but Werner tapped at his watch and said we had to go.
The purpose of our trip to Morocco was to continue work on Werner’s book, “Cities of a Thousand and One Nights,” which I was supposed to be writing.
When I finally met Trude, we spoke easy, scotch-fueled girl-talk. We were quickly realizing we liked each other very much.