Life on the road certainly takes a toll on the mind and the body, but it is a fatigue like any other, where the initial down is a necessary sacrifice in order to achieve the overall improvement that will be provided in the long run. I feel this way often while I’m traveling, perhaps like I’m exercising my soul, a tiresome exercise that heightens my perspective and expands my self-awareness; an exercise in wisdom and worldliness.
It would be hard to say I’ve been traveling over the last while, as I’ve been situated in the same place for about two months. But today traveling describes a lifestyle and a state of being rather than necessarily the physical act itself. It describes the state of being in a new and different place, and experiencing new and different things; it describes a disposition of open mindedness. By that definition of travel, it is something I intend to continue with for the rest of my life.
My stay in
I stayed with a family that I have come to know very well here in
Christmas, for a second year in a row, was signaled once again by a pumping swell bearing epic gifts of huge drop-ins and perfect faces. We frolicked in the water for hours catching wave after wave, like children back home playing in the snow.
New Years was passed on the beach with many drinks raised in the air and many songs danced to, all of this shared with special people from different corners of the globe.
I’m on my way back to
I’m sure I’ll be back to
Gracias a todo que he conocido en el camino, soy un parte de cada uno de ustedes.
Anthony William Persaud
2010-02-26
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