a window to life

last night I didn’t sleep a lot. this morning I woke up before sunrise, the birds were singing outside of my dorm and I decided to take a walk to see the sunrise.

today marks 6 months of travelling and perhaps the longest time I’ve been away from home. today was a rather slow day.

I painted on the rooftop of my hostel in the morning hours, after that I went to the market with some lovely friends from the hostel.

me and benita spoke about the subconscious and went to get some coffee at my favourite restaurant maracuya.

after that we made salad and ate it with tortillas on the rooftop viewing the mountains. we watched the sunset and took another walk on the little island.

now it’s dark, everyone is gathered on the rooftop again and frank sinatra is playing on a little speaker. a few stars are in sight and so is the lake.

I am tired. today I received a message telling me continuing my work in the jungle wasn’t possible. mainly because of dangerous snakes and other animals.

and I accept. slowly slowly I am preparing myself to move on. new adventures are waiting and so much more.. but for now, all I desire is good rest.

life surprised me with different plans. a while after writing this I was invited to go for a night walk with andrés, a wonderful person from flores. on the way to meet him I met kevin, my friend from el mirador whom I haven’t seen for the past few days. together we sat on the main plaza of flores for hours, sharing, laughing and eating from a local street food place. andrés told us about another incredible place in nature a few hours from here we should visit. a place of waterfalls and natural pools, in the mountains, without electricity or reception.. he spoke of that place with such love and enthusiasm that simply listening to him filled me with joy and excitement.

we walked and sat by the water. the moon was shining over the lake. andrés told us about an incident he’s had as a child where he almost got killed in an act of unnecessary violence. two other people died that night.

it reminded me of the fear I’ve had before travelling here. it also reminded me of my trust. that night, my friend followed the voice of his inner guidance telling him to get out of a situation that would’ve been deadly for him.

in the things I do I choose to trust my inner guidance as well. I’ve learned to leave situation that give me the feeling something is wrong. somewhere in these 6 months I have learned to take care of myself. to provide safety for myself in places that are not completely safe, especially not for female solo travellers.

and more importantly have I learned to trust in life and in my journey. especially recently, since I left mexico by myself the people I’ve met have been extremely kind, loving, helping and generous towards me. I was invited to so many homes and often didn’t have to stay in a hostel but with people and families from guatemala. I absolutely fell in love with frijoles and tortillas and platanos for breakfast.

around midnight we all walked each other home. all content, moved and happy about the beautiful evening we’ve shared. by that time my hostel was asleep and I went to bed too with a happy and joyful heart.