Running away from the loud, drunken crowds barging around in the streets, loud firecrackers, strange scarecrows being set on fire, I almost ran to the beach tripping over rocks and branches in the dark. It got darker and darker till it was pitch on the shore. This beach is so secret, only the locals next

Riding the bus into my new neighborhood 2 weeks ago. The mega metropolis on this island — Moyogalpa! (view the video on Facebook) The roads are paved here. The vibe around Concepcion (the fire volcano) is totally different. I love this neck of the woods! I LOVE walking these streets!!!! I love my new home,

So yesterday upon arriving I put all my stuff in a locker, went out to buy a keychain that attaches to me at all times due to a premonition, and promptly lost the key before I could attach the two. There is no spare of course. I’m beginning to twig there’s a theme here… it

This morning I woke up in Cristiano’s loft, packed my stuff again after a lovely week there, still stuffed from the handmade French crepe made by tres sexie “no, is not a pancake! Is a crepe.” Arturo last night, and joined my El Zopilote friends for a last game of cards while others peeled fresh

My 3 month live-in trade swap at InanItah is over. After an incredible weekend where we all went on a ritualistic journey together for Halloween, I gathered the things I wanted to keep and left on Monday feeling 100{a9f0d31f6175b3e4775e11a66c07db268fb74408d6095f6b46eeec420c0e9f62} ready to leave the lovely cocoon that was my home for a little while and take

…feet dangling stupidly. So free from ground the air makes them tingle. Almost tired from dancing and laughing and spinning all day I stand up and climb higher. Around me birds dip and float and flip, showing me how to ride the changes of life without any effort. I learn from them for hours, just

I stood eyes closed, arms outstretched, bare feet on the earth, as I felt my roots penetrate deep into the earth, through the ancestors I carry with me with this lifeforce, right to the very first ancestor that links us all. I felt the light run all the way from zero, through my body and

An un.for.gettable day at El Zopilote, getting my frst tat! With Aline and Niklas. Facebook Photo Album Linky Link

I believe a great tattooist is the DJ of your temple. The moment his needle touches your skin he’s mixing a timeless song, to your beat, just for your pleasure. Others can watch but you’re the only ones dancing. “The silhouette of birds, bursting into flight, following this line of my hip bone…” I continued