HAPPINESS JOURNEY
epicurean morocco - taste of tradition
WHEN
All Year Round
PRICE
From 6,000 Euors pp excl. flights (based on 2 ppl sharing)
HOW LONG
6 nights ideal length
12 days from Fes to Marrakech. A slow, sensuous feast of land, people, and flavor. This journey is not about excess. It’s about just enough—just enough spice to catch your breath, just enough sweetness to soften your eyes, just enough silence to hear the mint being crushed. It’s a journey of kitchens and courtyards, vineyards and fire pits, where you don’t just eat—you taste, listen, touch, and breathe. From the elegance of Fes, through the olive groves and oases of the south, into the deep hush of the Sahara, and finally into the vibrant pulse of Marrakech, this is Morocco served slow. Joyful. With both hands.
Day 1: Fes – Welcome, Rest, Breathe
You arrive in Fes, and everything softens.
Your driver meets you and brings you to your riad. No rush. No fanfare. The tiles are cool, the mint tea is hot, and the city hums just beyond the courtyard walls. You eat something simple. Bread still warm. Honey that tastes of thyme. Almonds. A touch of salt.
Then sleep, deep and sweet.
Day 2: Into the Scented Labyrinth
The medina unfolds like a recipe passed down by hand.
You walk. Slowly. Your guide knows when to speak and when to let the smells speak instead: cumin, leather, rose water, grilled meat, oranges. You stop often. You taste more.
Lunch comes in a tiled room with no menu—just what’s in season, what’s ready, what’s good.
In the afternoon, you cook. Not to impress. Just to feel it. Tagine bubbling. Bread browning against hot stone. You learn to season with your nose.
That night, you eat by candlelight, and the sound of bread being torn is somehow holy.
Day 3: Fes to Meknes – Wine, Olive Oil and All Roads Lead to Rome
You leave the city for the Zerhoun hills, where the air smells of wild herbs and the road curves like a question.
First: an olive oil farm, where the bread is dipped, not sliced, and everything tastes honest.
Then: Volubilis, Roman ruins surrounded by figs and goats. Stones warm from the sun.
Lunch at a vineyard outside Meknes, where the wine is deep and Moroccan and completely unexpected. You taste and taste again.
That night, you sleep in a quiet guesthouse with a lemon tree outside your window.
Day 4: Into the Middle Atlas
The road south climbs into cedar forest. The light shifts. You stop for honey, for warm milk in terracotta mugs. You stretch your legs among pine and stone.
By late afternoon, you reach your lodge near Midelt. It smells of firewood and mint. Dinner is stew cooked long, eaten slow.
Silence wraps around you like a wool blanket.
Day 5: The Sahara – Dunes, Drums and Desert Bread
The landscape flattens, widens. Palms appear. Then nothing but golden sand.
You switch to camel just before sunset. The sky becomes a painting of itself. You ride into it.
At your desert camp, dinner is eaten on rugs, under stars, with music that vibrates in your ribs. Bread is pulled from ash. Tagine is lifted from coals.
Sleep comes in a tent with the wind as lullaby.
Day 6: The Sahara – The Joy of Stillness
No clocks today.
You wake with the sun, stretch your body, sip something strong and bitter and good. You visit a family nearby—nomads who know the language of land and heat and time.
You learn to bake bread in the sand. You sit still for longer than usual. You notice your breath.
In the evening, you eat again. Slower this time.
Day 7: Dades Valley
You leave the desert behind and travel through valleys of palm and clay. The earth here is red, the sky impossibly blue.
You reach Dades Gorge in time for a walk before dinner. The walls rise like cathedrals. There’s something holy in their silence.
Dinner is lamb with dried apricots, walnuts, and the kind of broth you sip with your eyes closed.
Day 8: Skoura – Palms, Women and Salt
The road to Skoura is lined with kasbahs and gardens.
You stop at a women’s cooperative, where couscous is rolled by hand and the scent of lemon preserves the air.
Lunch is served under date palms. You taste everything. Nothing tastes like home. That’s the point.
At your guesthouse that evening, the call to prayer weaves with the rising stars. You eat outside, barefoot.
Day 9: Ait Benhaddou – Dust and Day Dream
You walk the alleys of Aït Ben Haddou, a sandcastle that’s lasted 800 years. Everything is soft—edges, voices, footsteps.
You climb to the top. You look out. It feels like before.
Lunch is grilled vegetables, flatbread, mint tea. That’s enough.
Then the road begins its slow descent through the High Atlas. Curves. Cedars. Light and shadow. You pass shepherds and crumbling watchtowers. The landscape shifts. And then—just before sunset—you arrive in Marrakech.
Day 10: Marrakech – From Embers to Firelight
You wake in Marrakech, but you don’t dive in just yet. The city will wait.
The morning is yours. Take it gently: a walk in the riad garden, a slow breakfast with orange juice so fresh it still remembers the tree. Maybe a visit to the Bahia Palace, or just a rooftop nap as the city begins to stretch and stir.
By afternoon, the pace picks up. A visit to a herboriste, where jars line the walls and the air is thick with lavender, cedar, eucalyptus. You’re given a small pouch of something unlabelled but healing.
And then—the city calls.
As the sun lowers, you’re led into Place Jemaa el Fna, just as it begins to glow.
You weave between snail vendors and spice smoke, sheep’s head stalls and honeyed pastries. Your guide knows exactly where to take you—not the flashy spots, but the soul kitchens. You taste everything: lentil soup with a squeeze of lemon, fried sardines tucked into bread, oranges dusted in cinnamon, tea poured from high above the flames.
The square pulses. Drummers. Storytellers. Steam rising in the night air.
By the time you return to your riad, your belly is full, your hands scented with citrus and cumin, and your heart humming with the joy of it all.
Day 11: Marrakech – Into the Pulse
Now, the city hums. And you’re ready for it.
You wander with someone who knows the back doors. You find the olives no one asks for, the juice stall with the cracked marble counter, the music that starts when no one’s watching.
You eat standing up. Seated on crates. Off plates, off paper, off bread.
By evening, you return to the rhythm of your riad. A final meal—layered, sweet, just enough. You raise a glass, and it tastes like memory.
Day 12: Departure
You’re taken to the airport. You carry spices in your bag, and something softer in your chest. This journey fed more than your stomach.
You’re full, and you’re ready.
HAPPINESS JOURNEY
epicurean morocco - taste of tradition
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What’s Included:
8 nights of accommodation (luxury riads, guesthouses, lakeside lodges)
All meals (breakfast, lunch, dinner)
Private transportation throughout
Guided food tours, cooking classes, farm visits, wine & olive tasting
Optional hammam, tea sessions, and market shopping
What’s Not Included:
Flights to/from Morocco
Alcohol (can be added à la carte) Spa treatments and personal extras