“As I saw more light in everybody else, I seemed to have more myself.” ―Victoria Moran This week has been characterized by amazing women; phenomenal yoga instructors, truly wonderful women at my hostel— for surfing and chatting and sitting around on sofas eating breakfast, women who come together from all over the world to chill in their bikinis eating beans and rice and connecting over similar experiences. When people ask if I’m lonely and afraid traveling alone— there are 7.6 billion people on this planet— people everywhere waiting to connect.  “Love is not consolation. It is light.” ― Simone Weil While sitting on the beach in Nicaragua, three dogs came running up and sat around me while I watched the sunset— camera bag by my side, three dogs at my back.
 “When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver.” ― Anne Spollen I’ve spent a lot of time in these hammocks already. After arriving soaked from riding through several storms on Saturday from Nicaragua, I’ve been doing yoga, surfing, and working from this awesome little town on the Pacific Coast of Costa Rica. My hostel is right on the beach, so every day I grab my board and walk off the deck onto the sand and into the ocean.  “The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly...” ― Søren Kierkegaar Spending time on the beach yesterday in Popoyo, Nicaragua, was such a treat after the madness of the weekend— finally getting MotoBike back, heading off into Honduras, crossing through Nicaragua. I can’t believe I’m finally on the road again, and able to sit on a beach and watch the sunset like the past 11 months never happened— like I entered a wormhole and was taken back to a time when I wasn’t hit, and crossed into Nicaragua without ever knowing that experience at all.
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