Week Eighteen. Farewell To The Tropics.
After two months in this tropical paradise it was time to pack my things and move on. Farewells are never easy and this was no exception. Saying good by to this little corner of paradise that had become a home to me was hard, and saying goodbye to all the strangers turned friends who had become a family to me was even harder.
I’ll miss the eerie sound of the bread truck cruising down the small little road outside our camp, the cheeky neighbourhood kids always trying to sneak in for a skate in the driveway, and the freedom of flying down the streets on my scooter checking for surf. The early morning sunrises and the fresh fruit. The friendly faces at every turn.
This place has taught me so much about myself and the way I look at things, it forces you to slow down and to just accept that what will be will be. I never realised when first arriving just how much of a big part of my heart this place and the people here would take, but I’m happy for it and without a doubt will be back sometime soon.
