
6 Days
Morocco Wellness Retreat
The hammam is Morocco's original spa. Add yoga on rooftops, Atlas mountain air, and riads designed for silence. Slow exhale, warm stones, and finally—quiet.
Your Route

Day 1
Marrakech
The souks spiral inward by specialty—leather, brass, carpets, spices. Each turn narrows. Bahia Palace holds its painted ceilings in afternoon shadow. The hammam strips you down to quiet. By evening, Jemaa el-Fna transforms. Smoke rises from a hundred grills. Storytellers gather crowds. The square has done this for centuries. It doesn't need your permission.

Day 2
Marrakech
The souks spiral inward by specialty—leather, brass, carpets, spices. Each turn narrows. Bahia Palace holds its painted ceilings in afternoon shadow. The hammam strips you down to quiet. By evening, Jemaa el-Fna transforms. Smoke rises from a hundred grills. Storytellers gather crowds. The square has done this for centuries. It doesn't need your permission.
Day 3
Marrakech → Ourika Valley
The road climbs south through the Haouz plain, red earth giving way to green as you enter the valley. The Ourika River runs year-round, fed by Atlas snowmelt, cutting through terraced gardens where Berber families grow mint and saffron. You stop at a village clinging to the hillside—stone houses, flat roofs for drying herbs, women washing wool in the river below. The air cools as you climb. A waterfall appears where the valley narrows, mist catching light. Lunch is tajine on a terrace overlooking the gorge, mint tea poured from height. By afternoon you're descending, the city emerging from haze, the call to prayer drifting up from a thousand minarets. Back in Marrakech for sunset. The mountains still visible, still pink, already somewhere you've been.

Day 4
Marrakech → Essaouira
West toward water. The road flattens through argan groves where goats climb trees like punctuation marks. The air changes before you see the sea—salt, wind, something loosening. Essaouira appears white against blue. The port smells of fish and freedom. Shutters rattle. The city doesn't try to impress. She's busy being.

Day 5
Essaouira
The wind never stops. That's the first thing. Essaouira moves at a different speed—artists in studios, fishermen mending nets, cats watching from ramparts. The port smells of sardines and salt. The beach stretches south toward nothing. By sunset, the walls glow gold. The Atlantic doesn't sparkle here. She pulls.

Day 6
Essaouira → Marrakech
The coast releases you slowly. Fishing boats shrink in the mirror as the road turns inland, climbing through argan groves where goats still perch in trees—not for tourists, just because they always have. The plain opens, heat rising, until Marrakech appears as a shimmer before it becomes real. You've closed the circle.
This journey is a starting point.
These itineraries aren't fixed. They're designed to bend. Add a day in the desert. Skip the city. Stay longer where something pulls you. This is your journey—we shape it around what matters to you.
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