12/07/2025
Then → Now
Our first trip to the Beni Ouarain region.
I remember the road winding endlessly through the mountains, the wool drying outside homes like flags of softness and the friendly waves of people as we drove past.
Zohra and I were welcomed with tea, laughter and generous food offerings. We sat on the earth, learning, listening, watching a rug take shape not just through threads, but through lives.
A rug from this first journey now lives in a modern home across the world. A bridge between two worlds.
This post isn’t just about a rug, it’s about the beautiful, woven path that took us from remote villages to global homes, one connection at a time.
