In a very long time.
Where I can do nothing.
And not feel the guilt.
It´s ok to not be productive.
I have had a hard time adjusting.
I still am adjusting.
It´ll be a long process.
Yesterday I took the bike.
Went to the southern end of the island.
Found a wooden, old, handmade little jetty.
I sat down.
Heard nothing but nature.
Saw nothing but turquoise water.
And a little hut in the ocean.
Invaded by birds.
I was so taken by the whole beauty.
And by what I was feeling.
And what I was seeing.
I started crying.
It felt so good.
Yesterday I moved into a beautiful room.
It´s in a tower.
It has windows in 3 directions.
It has a hammock.
I have ocean view.
And I feel like I have my very own little treehouse.
Light play on my very own pier.
My room and the view I wake up too.
Yesterday I stopped at this cute tiny graveyard.
I love old graveyards for some reason.
There´s a charm and beauty in them.
The highlight of yesterday.
The trail that took me to my paradise.
Here´s my new boyfriend.
Actually there´s two, they look exactly the same.
We play everyday.
My street, Island life.
I met this cute little girl.
She´s 18 and travelling by herself all the way from Germany.
She reminded me so much of my old friend.