Morocco.

“Azul” means clear heart and it’s the way we greet one another over lunch in the Atlas mountains, devouring our homemade lunch with our hands, and licking our fingers afterward. Morocco is an assault on our senses and we are utterly delighted about it.

Sidecar motorcycle rides through Agafay, mint tea in an abandoned koranic school with impeccable acoustics, meandering the medina in Marrakesh to discover hidden treasures and tasty delights, excavating amethysts near Imlil…we’re unlocking the heart of Morocco while also unlocking our own hearts.