I’m still in Nicaragua and I’m still in the paradise called Surfing Turtle Lodge. My days are still much the same as what I described in my last post with only a few minor changes.Continue reading “Nicaragua – February 2020”
I have settled into my new paradise. It’s my paradise as there’s everything I could want here; a beautiful yoga space, baby turtles and the ocean.
I have settled in a tiny little lodge called Surfing Turtle Lodge, near the town of Penoloya in Nicaragua.Continue reading “Paradise Found, Nicaragua – January 2020”
I’m done. Finished. I’m outa here! Goodbye, good luck and Godspeed to everyone in the states. I’m finally leaving. It’s been a wild adventure here. I’ve seen a lot of this country from California to New York and so many of the beautiful people that live here. But I know that this is a country that I don’t want to be in anymore.
I want to go where people don’t speak English, where every day is a little bit of a battle for some reason. A place where I’m challenged day to day by myself and by the environment around me. Most importantly, I want to be warm again. That place will be Nicaragua.
Happy New Year everyone! Now that the champagne hangovers have cleared and we’re all ready to give up on our new year’s resolutions, I thought it would be time to inform you all of how I spent my new years in New York City.
It was humble, to say the least.
This is my second Christmas away from home. Last year I spend my time in Pai, spinning fire and eating way too much food. This year, I got an all American Christmas. Come to think of it, I did a lot of the same things as last year.
Sitting on the train to New Mexico from Flagstaff, I have some time to sit and write.
Time has really escaped me during the last few weeks. It feels as though each day has melted into one another. Which is really beautiful, but also invites a feeling of being slightly concerned too. Concerned about what I’m doing and if I’m simply just “wasting time” instead of doing something for the benefit of a career or personal development.
But it has also been really nice to slow down and relax.
My last 10 days in Gili Air were jam-packed full of beautiful and exciting things.
I’ve had even more adventures than I could have imagined in my last few weeks in Gili Air. However, most of them haven’t been here in Gili at all. I’ve been venturing out to the mainland on both sides.
I’d like to talk about preferences. And more importantly, food preferences.
Whenever I’m out to eat, which is most nights of the week, there is inevitably one person that asks me why I choose to be vegan. It’s, really, harmless question, but it invites a long discussion about why I am choosing to put, or not put, certain foods into my body. Which is, honestly, no one’s goddamn business but my own.
My life in Gili Air has settled back on me like a cat finding its favourite place in the morning sun. It almost feels as though I never even left.
Obviously, there are some changes. The people are different. Some friends here are still the same. However, I have found myself making new, beautiful friends as well. Again, most of them are divers but there are a lot less French around me this time which means I understand a lot more of what’s going on. The French generally just speak French.