02/23/2026
sahara goddess retreat, pt 3!✨
MARRAKECH! but make it goddess🌸
Marrakech is like a sensory explosion in the best way. The smell of cumin and orange blossom is subtle but so present. Then the sounds — voices layering over hammers, bells, laughter in languages you don’t speak but somehow understand. We walked through the ancient halls of the Madrasa Ben Youssef, barefoot on cool marble, necks craned toward ceilings so intricately carved they looked like lace made of stone.
We ran our fingers along bolts of hand-dyed silk. We haggled (badly, lovingly) for leather sandals hanging in cascading walls of gold and tan. We ate pastries still warm from the oven off of paper napkins on street corners, drank fresh-squeezed juice of all kinds that tasted like sunshine had been squeezed directly into a cup, and learned that Moroccan olives deserve their own religion.
Morocco is a country of artisans — metalworkers, leather tanners, weavers — whose hands carry skills passed down through generations with breathtaking pride. To shop here isn’t just retail therapy. It’s an act of witnessing something sacred.
We left Marrakech full; of flavor, of beauty, of the particular magic that happens when a group of women wander through ancient streets together with nowhere to be and nowhere else they’d rather go.
COME ON MY NEXT RETREAT WITH ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
xx,
brittany🌸
psssst!
is any part of you whispering
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