You wouldn’t come back either. Not with this much vibrant color, these new shades of red, this chic bohemian rough-around-the-edges mood. The mint tea, the call-to-prayer, the people. And because Will “Sabo” Sabatini and Helia Jamali curated every detail of this experience for their record label Sol Selectas – renowned for a new breed of global house, a new way of integrating the native music of the countries they visit with their own slick, sexy beats – the dancing will never cease. The only thing that sucks about the story I’m about to tell you, the story of my trip to Morocco, is that I did have to come back. Because, you know, life. But in spirit, I’m still there. And really – what else matters? When I first heard about Morocco (thank you Penny Lane at the end of Almost Famous), it felt terribly exotic, chic, a little dangerous. The key to the last sentence is the word “felt.” Morocco is a state of mind, a place you feelas much as you see. And after years of having it written on a piece of paper pinned to my wall (Erin will go to Morocco!), it’s finally happening. It’s the first curated adventure overseas by Sol Selectas, and I’m to be the caravan storyteller.  Like so...