When we first started planning our Morocco trip, it was shaping up to be the adventure of a lifetime. We had mapped out an elaborate itinerary: hiring a car, winding through mountain roads to the north of morocco, venturing into the Sahara Desert, and even spending a night in a traditional Moroccan palace. It was going to be busy, bold, and unforgettable.

And then, two weeks before departure, everything changed.

I found out I was pregnant.

Suddenly, the idea of long drives, desert excursions, and constant movement didn’t feel exciting anymore – it felt overwhelming. I was anxious, cautious, and very aware that this trip needed to look different now. So we made a decision that, at first, felt like a compromise but ultimately turned into exactly what we needed: we cancelled the entire itinerary and booked a week in Agadir, followed by a short stay in Marrakech before flying home.

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Slowing Down in Agadir

We checked into the Iberostar Founty Beach in Agadir, and from the moment we arrived, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The hotel was everything I needed without realising it: calm, comfortable, and easy.

The grounds were beautifully maintained, with palm trees swaying gently in the breeze and a layout that made everything feel accessible but never crowded. Our room was spacious, clean, and bright – perfect for long, lazy mornings and afternoon naps when needed. There’s something deeply comforting about knowing you don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to.

And we didn’t.

Not once.

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The Joy of Doing Very Little

Because it was all-inclusive, food became one of the highlights of our days. Each morning started with a generous breakfast spread – fresh fruit, pastries, eggs, and strong coffee. Lunch and dinner followed the same rhythm: plentiful, flavourful, and deeply satisfying.

I ate a lot of tagines – rich, slow-cooked dishes bursting with spices and warmth. It became a bit of a ritual, trying different variations each day. And with the Moroccan heat, I made a conscious effort to stay hydrated, constantly sipping water and fresh juices.

Our days settled into the simplest, most soothing routine.

Khaled would head off to play beach volleyball with the locals and the hotel’s entertainment team, quickly finding his place among the regulars. Meanwhile, I embraced stillness. I’d sunbathe, read my book, and take slow swims in the sea – again and again, without any pressure to do more.

There was something quietly magical about the repetition.

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Evenings by the Ocean

Evenings at the hotel brought entertainment, though it was… let’s say, consistent. The same group performed every night, and while it could feel repetitive, there was a certain charm to it. That said, their Michael Jackson tribute show genuinely stood out – energetic, polished, and surprisingly impressive.

After dinner, we’d step out for a walk along the promenade. The air would cool, the sky would soften into shades of orange and pink, and we’d watch the sun slowly disappear over the Atlantic.

Those walks became my favourite part of the day.

No plans, no rushing – just the two of us, the sound of the ocean, and a growing sense that maybe this slower version of the trip was exactly what we needed.

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A Change of Plans, A Change of Perspective

This wasn’t the Morocco trip we had imagined. We didn’t see the blue city, we didn’t ride camels in the Sahara, and we didn’t stay in a grand riad.

But we rested.

We paused.

We adjusted.

And in doing so, we created space to process a life-changing moment in a calm, gentle way.