There will be plenty of people, so this past week here, I’ve tried to be much alone… I’ve had time to sleep, read, walk my morning-walks, kitesurf, meditate, drink agua di coco (coconut-water). And think. Yeah I’ve definately had time to think. And I’ve asked myself why do I and so many others wish to travel? Everyone dreams of being somewhere else, somewhere warmer, somewhere tropical distant from home. Where the palmtrees stretches in unequal positions on the white beach, to get a better angle of the sun. Like here in Taiba… But what is the motive? The climate? That noone knows you? The escape from home? Or the not escape, but rather the following of ones needs? Everyone says “I wish I was there…”. But what about “I wish I was here…?” It doesn’t matter if you’re somewhere tropical if your mind is not present, if your mind is allready wandering off to some new destination. And if you’re mood is down you won’t enjoy any aesthetics. You’ll rather be insulted by the external perfection of the Tropicana. I guess we somewhat expect happiness to come naturally in perfect surroundings, but it is still only to be found inward. I haven’t found the answer of my own motives for travelling but I am going to work on and remember (#3) staying present in the presence. And therefore this blog is more for me than for anyone else. But by having an “appointment” with this, of putting what’s-going-on into words, it is more likely to be done. And I need that push since I haven’t written anything except from shopping-lists and work-stuff over the past 10 years. And I enjoy finally writing again. It might be a bit purple and eat-pray-love-ish, or in my situation kitesurf-morningwalk-meditation-ish. But why the hell not?