Sitting at my hotel lobby, I’m waiting for the appointed hour for me to leave the island so that I don’t wait too long for my flight. Chris, my new friend, will be here soon and we’ll have one meal to share before he walks me along the dirt road so that I can take a ride to the jetty port.
These two days have been quite an emotional ride, in semi-solitude. It was a trip I took alone but I found great comfort in having new friends join the experience. It will be hard to describe to fam and friends how it’s been. They won’t know what it’s like to have Sam say ‘relax,’ in his French drawl that creates a long stretch between that R and L. They will think yoga by the beach sounds fab but don’t realize there’s also some pesky critters that would swarm because ehhhrm, you’re drenched in sweat. Or breathe work, which sounds easypeasy but has opened up some sort of emo dam and brought everyone to tears.
I also say it’s pseudo aloneness because I know I am not. My little fairy has somehow nudged me here, and she and I took the journey together. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her, so I have much to thank her little voice for.
It’s 1:25, and Chris is 3 minutes late but it might be that he’s turning the corner now, and so I’ll leave this on here for now, and maybe write at length about some of the other moments when I’m in front of my machine.
Peace out.
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Pictured: From our table at the Prana Restaurant, Mandala Spa Resorts in Boracay
Finally Dee 