update: i'm in nicaragua
Travel and writing have always been therapeutic to me. Since I can remember I've travelled (with my adventure-loving parents) and written about it in Winnie-the-Pooh notebooks and teenage journals. Now I am older, an adult (whatever that means), and I chase adventure - often alone. I enjoy the solitude of travel. It gives me time to reflect and reconnect with myself. It gives me the space to figure out what I truly love and what matters to me.
But this time, this trip, being alone is difficult. I feel agitated not to share this beautiful country with loved ones. Sometimes independence can be stressful and doing it alone can be difficult, even though I've done it many times before. The beginning of this trip was smooth, but for some reason, I can't seem to enjoy the solitude. I feel disconnected from myself in a way I haven't experienced on a trip before. Not to mention that being female, Arab and Muslim poses its own set of difficulties on a trip like this (if you're interested I wrote about it here).
In any case, I won't be hiding the fact that travel can be difficult. I am heading out to a yoga class now (on the terrace of my hotel overlooking the Pacific ocean) and hopefully, the mindfulness will put my feelings at ease. I look forward to sharing more of this trip, this beautiful culture, and my truth on here.