The slow week, reviewed honestly

Day one I slept through the first yoga class and felt guilty about it for roughly four minutes. Nobody else cared. The rooftop at eight in the morning is quiet, the tea is free, and the sea does the rest.

What the week is

Two yoga classes a day, one hammam, one massage, and breakfast that keeps going until eleven. Everything is optional. That sounds like marketing until you realise it means you can skip a class without anyone asking why.

What it is not

It is not a retreat with a silence rule. Dinner is loud and shared, and on the Thursday the roof turns into a Gnawa concert. If you want a monastery, this is the wrong house.

Would I come back? I extended by three nights, so yes.