Dates grow on palm trees. There are a lot of palm trees in Morocco.
Fresh dates are supposed to be the very best kind of dates.
There they are in gigantic clumps, and I can't care because I don't like them. Every once in a while I'll try another one just to be sure.
It's especially too bad that I don't like dates because Brahim loves them.
He loves them so much that he's willing to stop the car during road trips and climb trees to get them.
He passes the dates to his brother Ahmed. And the only enjoyment I get from the whole process is taking pictures.
I don't feel ripped off...
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