Text read: “There’s no sign. It’s a dark red/brown door. Knock on it in order to get in and tell them you are with a party in the back room.”

While it sounded super sketchy, Anne and I were in the mood for an adventure, so we met Morgan and Megan out in Morocco… uh – out on the town at Marrakesh – for authentic Moroccan cuisine, and to continue celebrating the twin birthdays.

We washed our hands and sat low in our seats for the seven course menu that included eggplant and carrot salads, roasted chicken, lamb, couscous… and other delicacies that we all ate with our hands.
We easily lost ourselves in Moroccan culture and spiced wine. And the bellydancer was pretty darn entertaining, too!
We looked like we were having so much fun (and the twins were so captivating) that the manager took a picture of them to grace his website!
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