From Athens to Atlas: Two Years of Yoga, Surf, and Travel in Morocco
Part 1
Take a leap of faith with me on a journey that blossomed from a mere month's exploration into a two-year Moroccan tapestry of yoga, culture, and self-discovery.
What started as a short-term escape to break from the familiarity of Athens, that I was back from magical Bali for the previous 3 months, unfolded into a prolonged narrative of growth and enlightenment amid the Moroccan majesty.
Agadir was the initial stop on what was meant to be a brief respite—a month to rekindle my passion for yoga in a new setting. Yet, the vibrancy of this city, with its blend of chaos and calm, turned a brief sojourn into a life-altering stay. Here, my practice deepened, grounded in the earthiness of Morocco's heart.
The serene beaches of Agadir, where the Atlantic whispers ancient tales, were to be a short chapter. But as I attuned my breath with the tides, this city coaxed me to pause and stay awhile longer, turning days into months. Taghazout, the famous surf village, became a spiritual anchor, its coastal lullaby singing lessons of fluidity and strength.
A favourite song we used to listen to at the surf camp…
Essaouira, Sidi Kaouki, Taghazout, and Tamraght—each of these coastal gems offered a haven for the soul. They were supposed to be fleeting visits, mere pitstops, yet their charm captivated me, urging a deeper exploration into their tranquil embrace.
And then, the road trip with my Moroccan partner—the planned end to my Moroccan chapter, a return journey from Agadir to Rabat. It was supposed to signal a full circle, yet it marked a new beginning instead. With each mile, I realized this adventure was far from over; it was a pilgrimage without a predetermined destination.
From a month to two years, my Greek roots intertwined with the Moroccan soil, each day weaving another strand into my yoga practice, imbuing it with the rich patterns of this land's ancient wisdom and warmth.
So, as I look back at the sunsets past, I know that this journey was never meant to be brief. Morocco had more to offer, and my heart was open. What began as an interlude turned into a grand chapter, a quest not just across lands, but within the depths of my being.
Are you standing at the edge of a new journey, however brief or extended it may be? Join me, let's find our flow in the Moroccan breeze, and dance to the rhythm of a life less ordinary. 🌅🧘♀️🌊
