I woke up today with mixed feelings: Thursdays are hardcore; I work from 9:30am to 9:30pm. I'll be honest; I'd never worked 12h days before. Although I have a huge, newfound respect for my free time. Now it's a commodity, I'm a lot more discerning when it comes to deciding what to do with it.
So as I brushed my hair before getting in the shower, fighting the urge to run back to bed and hide, I realized that in under two months I'll be on a train to Goa, or Cow Country.
125km of beaches bordering India's west coast.
125km of beaches bordering India's west coast.
A history of trance parties and hippies stuck in the 60's, mixing with the ancient culture and spirituality of Hindus and Buddhists, all dancing together on the shores of the ocean.
It's not the parties that call me, however. Of course we'll go to one; who can pass up the chance to boogie barefoot in forest clearings, surrounded by jungley trees and people from all over the world bopping to the beat? Every single person there grateful, in that precise moment to be right there, in India.
At the risk of sounding very new-agey, I crave Southern India to heal. To take a deep breath, digest the changes in my life, look around and feel alive.
Do nothing but read, meditate and explore.
I'll be taking in the following sights in person, so soon, so very soon:
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| Goan food served on leaf |
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| Footpath. We will rent a motorbike to travel off the beaten path from village to village. |
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| Saligaon Chapel |
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| Hippie-Hindu Market |
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| Goan trance music parties |
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| Bridge somewhere mysterious... |
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| Mapusa Market - spices galore! |
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| Goan temple |
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