Hello stranger…

Hello!

It certainly has been a long time since I have posted and there is much to catch up on. Before I transfer all of the posts I have been writing offline on my laptop, I wanted to update you on what is happening with me today.

We just had a special Puja— let me back up just a tad. I am currently at the Ayurveda Yoga Village in Kumta, southern part of India on the west coast. The Festival of Lights, Dewali, is about to begin all over India. I have inserted a screenshot of the information I found, just as a tiny quick aside.  But I seem to be having trouble getting the image to lock so that I am able to continue writing and keeping the image where it is.  Ok, see below for image I am referring to.

AND THERE I WAS

Today marks two weeks of this stretch of travel.  There have certainly been highlights and lowlights, but not a lot of nav lights.  I have spent only a single sleepless night on a sailboat, the boat I had come across to get on to begin with.  That may be another story, but a story indeed.  I have spent many nights on ferry boats, but there is no way that counts for sea time.

These past few days are a story in themselves as well.  I have to focus on continuing to share my experience as it happens since I struggle terribly to recall the sights, smells and feeling that make up my experiences once they have passed.

So I currently am sitting in a café in Cecina, Italy, in the Tuscan area, Liverno region.  I’m not sure about the details.  I know I arrived here terribly exhausted and may have learned a lesson that I cannot enjoy myself if I travel so terribly hard and overnight with little or interrupted rest.  My tank was empty and I was feeling vulnerable and emotional.  I just wanted to curl up under the covers for a few days and cuddle, rest, and replenish myself.  To a degree that did happen and I feel so much better.

I have realized that I would prefer to travel with a lighter bag and intend to remedy that at my next stop.  My Russian friend from Germany told me to just unload my bag at a local flea market.  We laughed a lot, particularly since we met on the ferry from Zadar, Croatia, to Ancona, Italy and when we arrived, a group of us all dragged our luggage about… I don’t know how far to the train station but I was so hot and sweaty carrying that bag, we were dying laughing.  Four trains later, and a car ride, it was straight to the shower for me.  Blech, that was a stint on about 36 hours straight of traveling, overnight.  I think those wipe me out pretty seriously.  As cozy as I think I can get myself in a little sleeping cocoon and eyeshade on a ferry, it cannot be the kind of rest that is actually rejuvenating.

So I am now making my way to Mur de Sologne for a European Yoga Festival and I am incredibly excited.  I do not have a ticket or any accommodations planned, and it looks to be about a two day trip to arrive.  I have participated in a similar event in the Massachusetts Berkshires last summer and I feel it changed the vibration of my being.  Higher.  Clearer.  The positive energy of the group is something I had never experienced before.

*The above photo montage is entitled: “What actually is a Macchiato? | Something to try. | Not my preference.” Lol

 

Ok I want to get something up while I have internet and before I board to train this evening.  I realize I was struggling since I don’t know that my travel experiences have ever really been about the place, as much as they have been about the interaction and experiences I share with those who are in my company.  It certainly is a realization and I am working to listen to myself as the loudest voice of direction and take everything else as ideas.

 

Xo

 

PLANS MAY BE CHANGING

After I made my way, essentially chasing the sailboat down the coast, I spent one night onboard and jumped ship.  I struggle with the line between the experience I am having and respecting the lives and privacy of those that are part of my reality.  As I want to share the good and the bad, but I cannot decide if I should share it all on here.

A few previous experiences have been left out, or at least left unpublished.  But I have still told them to family and friends verbally, and they were terribly entertaining to tell and seemingly so to hear.

I am torn with holding on to my original plan and being open to what I am meant to do in the moment.  I am currently very happy to be back in Croatia for at least a few days, staying with my Norwegian friends.   I need to rest and recoup a little from traveling.  I am looking at my bigger plans and I may have to incorporate some of the yoga training into this experience while I am traveling inland.  I am hoping to go to Gibraltar, Spain, Portugal and Morocco and see what I can find for myself there.  Randomly, a life-changing yoga festival I attended in the Berkshires of Massachusetts, has a European counterpart which is happening in the south of France in one week’s time.  I am currently looking at the train schedules for Austria and Switzerland.