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A simple teapot and two glasses filled with sweet mint tea lie on the grass at our feet. Beyond is a gurgling brook, sparkling and dancing in the sun; a sun that can’t reach us thanks to a cooling and protective canopy of leaves. It’s the first shade we’ve enjoyed since daybreak.
I remove my boots and wiggle my toes. My feet relish their freedom after being imprisoned in the heavy walking boots for hours.
On the opposite side of the brook a woman bends double, gathering huge clumps of grasses which she then loads onto a mule. A blindingly white egret walks at a respectful pace behind her, stabbing at the disturbed ground with its beak. The greenery in the valley basin contrasts sharply with the the dry and dusty one higher up the slopes. It feels like a completely different world.
I take a sip of the tea. It’s hot, sweet and refreshing after our long trek through the Atlas Mountains.
A pot of mint tea beside a stream. Simple pleasures.
It’s not bliss, it’s sheer bliss.
Jack is co-editor, writer and photographer for BuzzTrips and the Real Tenerife series of travel websites as well as a contributor to online travel sites and travel magazines. Follow Jack on Google+