Why We Fall In Love- Taganga, Colombia (Photo Journal)
Yeah, I know, a blog is meant to update you on what we are currently doing. Ok, got it; but, just hear me out, ok? We’ve been on the road for almost a year and a half now, and, what we have experienced is more than I have experienced in the last ten years. An evening, a conversation, a meal can be this a-ha amazing milestone for our souls. And, well, you know, when I was really obsessed with sharing live, every minute by minute play of what we were doing; I lost touch with really being in the moment, really experiencing my life. I was too occupied with ‘wait till I get home to share this,’ so I stopped sharing and started living. And hence, slowly, as my soul allows me, I am sharing. Slowly, between almost-everyday exercise, 5 days of week schooling the kids, teaching Clean Your Soul classes 3 days a week, writing for two blogs I am passionate about, having 2 hour leisurely lunches with my family, Skype Coaching/Therapy, and exploring/living/hanging out with friends/reading like crazy and dancing; I write.
Are we in Taganga, Colombia now? No, we are in Siem Reap, Cambodia.
Is the material less relevant? No, it’s timeless, absolutely timeless.
Am I still getting bitten my mosquitoes, work hard to find perfect balance in my life, and miss people no longer there? Oh yeah.
Will I keep sharing those moments that captured our hearts, when I can without longing to0 much for memories passed? Yeah, that too.
WARNING: Some of my favorite photos are in this post. It’s a touching photo-journal. AND MAYBE THE FUNNIEST BABY PICTURE ON THE FACE OF THIS EARTH….
Totally, totally, totally cool. We’re on the soccer field and making friends. The soccer fields here, like the plazas, are magnets to meet the locals. You come and hang out in enter plaza (like a meeting square/park) or any soccer field, and, within minutes, you’ve got friends.
So, here is where “Power Outages of the Soul” took place, l, where I the Universe slapped into me that if I keep obsessing over making money, I will lose every single ounce of my world travel experience. Taganga, Colombia was that little fishermen’s nothing town that we feel in utter love with for no apparent reason.
Here are a dozen pictures and a lovely little soccer movie or two to taste what we felt there.
Maybe it was Gabi, the receptionist at the Moramar Hotel, and the so cool, unreal wall murals full of the coolest, funkiest combination of art.
Maybe it was the cat yowling for his brother who had been killed the night before by neighbor dogs, and he was so miserable without him.
Maybe it was Kobi fulfilling his life-long dream of becoming scuba diving certified; maybe it was meeting those four magical Israeli boys who got so excited each meal when they discovered they had pineapple for dessert and filled our hearts with joy each time we hung out with them as our paths crossed over the next 6 months in South America.
Maybe it was those magical huge-orange-ball sunsets.
Maybe it was the sister and brother who came to hang out at our gate each day.
Maybe it was that brightly-joyful magnificent hammock in the room or the waterfalls that gushed off the interior walls of the room when it rained.
Maybe it was the power outages that forced us to walk around town and talk to people (too scorching hot in the room without the fan) .
Maybe it was our first-ever Halloween and the excitement and kindness of all the bubbling kids and adults asking for, and giving candy, while chanting “Ticky Ticky Halloween something if you don’t give me candy to eat, I’ll bite you” in Spanish.
For whatever the reason, Taganga was magical, and here is a two-minute snapshot at that. At our kids being kids, global citizen kids; no different than the barefoot, impoverished kids in town. Just kids and ball. Just kids, some bigger (like the Israeli backpackers), some smaller (like ours and the rest of the town’s kids)- but all just kids wanting to have fun in the break from the heat after the sun has set, and the energy of laughter and motion are charged and alive.
Good night, dear Taganga.
This post was sponsored by Directline Holidays