Sitting under a pink flowery bed cover in Antigua, Guatemala on new years eve, writing this. Isa on the bed next to mine in our small room at the Spanish school we are currently staying at before it’s time to head south, to Costa Rica.
I want to say something about plans and wishes for a new year.
How do you write about something that can’t be explained in words? Do you even try or do you leave it? Those are thoughts I’ve had when thinking if I should write about my experiences in Teotihuacan and the retreat we visited a few weeks back. Detaching from any expectations and practice writing from the heart and beyond, I’ll give it a go. A story that few have heard from me this way.