a window to life

and suddenly I’m in a bus leaving flores. who would’ve thought this day would come.
I have two seats for myself, my emirates blanket keeps me warm and in my ears eddie vedders „no ceiling“ is playing.

oh life. oh sweet life. once again it is not only a place I leave behind but a life I’ve lived there. in this case rather two lives. one as the happiest person ever thriving in the jungle. the other one feeling confused and alienated in the city of flores. finding a way to love nevertheless. finding out what kept me there. and even now that I am leaving I couldn’t tell. but I know I trust life and everything has it’s time and place.

new slangs by the shins is playing and I think of eike in kiel. this is his favourite song and I am thankful for that because it became one of mine too. I remember dancing to it with someone I love on a festival last year. home..

I’m not only leaving a place but friends, memories, a lot of experiences I’ve had for the first time in my life. I’m leaving my a lot of confusion behind.

daily writing words on here made me think about my communication even more. sometimes things are hard to say. sometimes it’s important to say something even though it’s not easy to do so.

I thought of the farewells I’ve had on this journey; they’ve never been boring. my friends sang for me, there’s been cake and candles and many waving hands. today I received my first love letter in spanish. the family in maya pan, my favourite hostel in flores, took pictures with me as I left. hugs and goodbye kisses on the cheeks.

I’ve been to maracuya again for my last meal in flores (another never ending plate of vegan gluten free pasta) and as I was leaving the staff asked me if I would take a picture with them. not just because, but because „I was such an incredible artist“! oh, that made my heart jump 🤍

once again I have to point out how loving and friendly the people in peten have been. everywhere throughout my journey but just now as I’ve been traveling by myself I’ve noticed it even more and been even more grateful.

a little girl is sitting in front of me and from time to time she climbs her seat, reaches out to me with her little hand and tells me „hola“. she is very cute and only two years old.

tomorrow I’ll be in antigua. another place, another opportunity to meet myself and the world.

after a long night in the bus I’ve arrived in antigua this morning! it reminds me of san cristobal with it’s colorful houses and the mountains surrounding it. the mountains are stunning. all around, above the clouds. how my heart has longed for mountains.

at night I’ve decided that for now there’s no reason for me to be in antigua once I’m so close to my destination: atitlan.

my friends know I’ve left mazunte in december to go to atitlan. now, more than three months later my journey has finally brought me here. I’m excited to see this place, meet my friends who have been around atitlan for weeks and years. excited to find home in another place and settle there for a while.

so in a few hours another bus will pick me up and take me to atitlan!
and for now I am enjoying the morning, the mountain view and contentment with my new choice.