Catching up in Goa
Catching a night bus from the South East Coast to the South West, from Chennai to Goa, I travelled for 24 hours straight, crammed between two snoring men and with a broken ventilation right above my head, where, in the process of changing buses in the middle of the night, I forget that I had stuffed my scarf. I arrived Goa feeling rather groggy but happy.
In North Goa, a Swedish girlfriend that has studied the same Holistic Health Coaching program as me: Institute for Integrative Nutrition, was staying since a couple of weeks. We checked into a simple guest house and stayed four days together, hanging out in Mandrem and Arambol, going to yoga classes, eating at bohemian health food cafes and watching fire shows and drum circles at the beach.
Already living in the spiritual seeking westerner’s hub of Ubud, Bali, I felt familiar with the vibe, and although it was cool to connect with like-minded people, have spirulina juice and talk about the evolution of human consciousness, I needed a rest from it all.
In South Goa, I went back to Palolem Beach, where I had fond memories from previous travels. Although it had gotten much more touristy than I remembered it, I embraced the relaxed holiday vibe and spent the next five days in a beach hut, on a sun bed, at beautiful morning yoga classes and chilled out evening seaside restaurants.
With the lack of good wifi, I disconnected from the internet for a few days, and brought out the old notebook and pen. I also read the most beautiful book and remembered again how nurturing a good story – that is not your own – can be.
Catching up with myself…and all that surrounds my life right now, I realized how incredibly happy I am.
Happy, not because I don’t have worries or wonders, doubts and insecurities, but because, despite all the uncertainties of my life, I am certain, that as long as I keep going, and keep growing, everything is, perfectly alright.