It is my last day in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. These past few days have been beautiful and rich. Days spent climbing the highest perch to swim and see the town below. Afternoons in the garden of my favorite café, sipping, writing, day dreaming. Feeding my eyes with many sunsets, and my soul with many embraces, knowing that soon it will be time to let go. And I am ok.
It’s always bittersweet leaving a place that has given so much. Moments of laughter and dancing, walking barefoot in the streets. When the electricity cuts out, we find the myseteries there, friends gathering, lighting the darkness with music and conversation.
Yoga mornings after an evening of festivities. Other mornings when breakfast is missed all together, there’s always tomorrow, but today is the last day, so tomorrow will be else where…
Through this place, and these people passing through, I’m reminded I have fire and passion in my spirit. I believe I must be a cat sometimes, days filled with routine naps, my playfulness begins at 1:00pm.
I’ll remember our room at Casa Oro. How we made it home with rocks and sea treasures. The stacks of cordoba change on the top shelf, a constant goal to get rid of; which in the end, we did. Music always playing. A white room with white sheets and two colorful people, never to return again to habatacion numero 8.
San Juan will continue changing, and if I ever do return, it will not be the same. With different people and different music, but that too is part of the experience of growing older, because nearly everything changes; save for the rising and setting suns on San Juan del Sur. All I have to give is my gratitude and these words, the rest is swept up in the sands.