Island life is slow.

I feel like this is the first time.

In a very long time.

Where I can do nothing.

And not feel the guilt.

It´s ok to not be productive.

Sometimes. 

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 private.

It´s in a tower. 

It has windows in 3 directions. 

It has a hammock. 

I have ocean view. 

Sunset 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.
Paradise.

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.