I have now felt it since I was in Morocco. A country I deeply fell inlove with in such an instant I know I will be back again.
We anchored in a little bay off the thee cutest town, Essaouiro. A town where you will meet a diversity of travelers; families, elders, backpackers, solo travelers and even Moroccan's themselves. The place is known for its essentric atmosphere where music, culture and surfing play the biggst roles. Because of this, locals like to go there, either for plessure or education.
The beautiful houses in town are charismatically painted white with blue windows, all jammed against each other. So close neighbours cannot avoid to know what you are cooking for dinner. A small town with millions of smiles, colours, tastes and smells.
As we strolled down the street my eye caught this girl. She was dressed with a headscarf as though she had wrapped her dreadlocks. A bull piercing in her nose and clothes taking from my days in Byron Bay. It was frigin Jade. Canadian Jade, who I lived with at The Arts Factory (hostel) in Australia almost 5 years ago. Completely shocked we hugged and exchanged stories. She has been in Morocco a couple of times before and was revisiting with her boyfriend, yet soon to take off for a week in London before heading home. Jade is the ultimative Hippie, and this said in thee most positive way. Always smiling and with soft eyes she talks about life with such a fascination. Currently living on a small Canadian island where she and friends grow their own foods as well as making leatherbags which they sell on the local market for a bit of cash. I LOVE meeting people I haven't seen in a long time, especially when you least expect it. As I told her "It makes me feel the world is so small and full of oppertunities". After a few chats we went seperate ways. Knowing we will meet again; On the Road Of Travel. The endless road.
I ran the streets from morning till night. I recalled a certain feeling I developed within myself. A feeling of a perfect stage. A stage in life I was once again to enter. I got the travel-vibe back. The one that never used to stop hunting me. A hunger only to see, feel and touch. I noticed then, I had no hunger for food, despite the fact I had not eaten all day. Completely well fed with culture and people.
This is it.
This is the person I always breathed for. A feeling in me I lost when settling for a longer period of time in Israel. As all this came back to me, I sat on the promenade by the endless long beach and smiled. I am truly back in the game. I have missed having this feeling as part of me. A part I refuse to give up easily again.
When we accidentally hit rocks a while back was just a reminder of this certain feeling; completely adventurous without a worry in mind. Yes, the boat could be on the bottom of the sea; but it is not. Yes, I could have gotten hurt; but I did not. Yes, we could have lost everything we had; but we did not. And so on.
"All That Ends Well, is Well"
I had long talks to Lizz about this matter. Talks about how I felt about the experience and how to interpretate it as past. All this only to reach the conclusion, that I truly am not hunted by it. With this feeling I know I am back in my travels.
This is something really hard for people who have not been on the road of travel themselves. For a person who never have caught a plane to a place without having a clue where to go when arriving. Someone who has never lived day by day, even hour by hour in an unknown country. (Please note; I am not patrionising these people, just trying to make my point clear).
When traveling you take the experiences you are given for what they are. A lot of things and episodes, even accidents can happen when you walk the road of travel (just as it can in the safety of your own hometown). Situations such as these have happened to me many times, anything from crashing my car in Australia, to having my drink spiked in Thailand. For you to stay on the road and not turn around in fear, you learn to "Sort the sugar from the shit". And off you go.
It is always and always will be, hard for the ones left at home. The feeling of not knowing exactly how life is treating you and if something bad happened. But, with a little faith you will see that everything is just fine.
The decisions you make when choosing your way of traveling, you must be prepared to know the consequences of what might happen. Never to focus on them, but to know them. This does you will be better prepared for any given situation that might decide to occur to you. A hole in the boat or not. This is something that could happen to anyone. For that anyone to be me, is OK. I am still here and with a lot to write about. Especially with my newly discovered travel-vibe. I am not gonna be fussy what You decide to lay upon me. I sure am ready. Which just makes it all a tiny bit more exciting, I reckon.
It is all in the mind. You decide what outcome you wish for, in any situation that pops up. It is up to you and only YOU to make this choice; The Negative (the red light) or The Positive (the green light). And how cool is that? You get to decide your own homegrown level of happiness. I'd say we should all put a bit more effort in doing so and gain more knowledge within that area.
What's the worst that could happen?
You could end up being happy!
"Come What May"
Thank You
