Hello dear friends!
Portugal.
This whole month has passed so quickly that I am still grasping on my experiences here that felt like a week rather than a month.
I want to talk today about the change, about the plans and ideas that pass by but don't stay for too long.
When I was in Mexico I was so sure that when I get back to Europe, I choose one of my beloved countries, find a community I can connect with, get my driving licence, a van and sell vegan food in the markets. It felt clear, it really felt what my heart was telling me to do. So I did. I went to Portugal. I found a community, I started looking for a scooter, making contacts and connections, but the feeling was not there anymore. Although I felt good in Portugal, my heart was not here.
So my dream starting changing. In fact, a lot of wanting just dissapeared and once more I dived deeper into the free mind of a nomad.
And in the beginning it felt a bit confusing, I found myself feeling lost and trying to figure out why I feel how I feel. Luckily, I have been moving around for many years now and I could recognise this feeling. The heart changes direction and the mind tries ti grasp on it, analyze, make solutions. That sort if jazz.
And it didn't freak me out. Because plans change, because feelings change, because all life is a constant change. So ride it.
So I knocked on my heart's door, got inside and really observed what is actually needed at the moment. And then Greece called. A beloved community of touch, prayers and celebration, Sunshine House, a language of gods and that sweet mix of Europe, spicy north Africa and messy Middle East on one land. And of course, that insanely calling blue.
I packed my little backpack and off I went stopping by at friends places and saying see you later once more. Having so much fun , sharing and receiving so much love.
It's funny because this time in Portugal made me more connected to this land. I found myself revisiting places where me and Rafa had strong arguments or beautiful experiences and I found myself making new memories. As a traveller I move so much that revisiting places always gives me that nostalgic warmth in my heart, sometimes making me cry, sometimes making me appreciate all those beautiful moments that passed by. Hitch hiking around gave me the sense of getting to know random portuguese with their humbleness, sweetness and curiosity.
It was a beautiful time here. Obrigada Portugal. But the heart is the captain.
I will be in Greece for some time. Let's swim, let's play, let's have some spinakopita (without cheese of course :) )
With love,
Ligita
