So. Here I am, still a bit shaky, sitting at a table in a cheap motel in Pittsburgh that smells like wet dog soaked in ashtray. But after the last 4 days it’s a tiny victory. And a slice of heaven…
Returning to Ometepe Island was not the homecoming I thought it would be. It felt very homely the last time I was here and I imagined it would feel even more so returning, but instead, I’ve been feeling increasingly alien. And though I feel I can make myself belong by putting down roots and being
What is going on??? Eight days ago I left freezing cold Pittsburgh city and flew, smack back to my love’s arms, whisked off to a treehouse paradise and the merciless heat of Nicaragua. 30C, 95F and 65{a9f0d31f6175b3e4775e11a66c07db268fb74408d6095f6b46eeec420c0e9f62} humidity. Now I’m back on the island of Ometepe just a couple of days ago. In two weeks
It had been what felt like forever since I last heard that shining voice… until yesterday. He’s been living off the land in the jungle next to the lake, waiting until I return. As he said he would ever since I left, two months ago. As he always said I would, return. Far from civilization,
And then you die. So make it good and make it fun and spend your time with everyone 😀 This clipping I have visualised and desired for months now. And here it is! It’s real! I am so grateful I am able to do this. I am grateful I’m not afraid to do this. I
No matter how far I may get in life, whatever exotic treasures I accumulate, however wide I might end up travelling, it doesn’t mean as much as the people I meet along the way. We all have this, even those of us who stay put, but so often we miss the point, counting destinations like
I got treated for multiple cases of dreaded third world lurgy you don’t even want to know about, two weeks ago. I had a feeling something was off when I tripped quite radically to the moon and back after every single meal, for about 4 months now and sure enough, there were a few serious