A few weeks ago, the Amazing Bob and I had the great, good fortune to go to Marrakech with some American loved ones. We spent a week in a family-run guest house in the medina. Each day, we toured Morocco like the tourists we were. The souks. The Islamic palaces. The red clay countryside: All of it was magnificent.

Since our guides were local, we also had the great, good fortune to have lunch at a Berber family's house in the Atlas Mountains. Our guide, Mouha, also insisted on inviting all ten ...