The journey of my lifetime finally begins..

Departure... is very imminent now, the last few days have been cray cray busy and a continuous thought that I have forgotten to do the most obvious things. I am so melancholic about going and leaving my peeps, but my adventurous side knows it will be one great fat journey of discovery...me, others, cultures, languages, places, sights, sounds and all the rest. One person commented, " living the dream"...I guess I am and perhaps the realisation will set in soon. Everything is an unknown, except for the very moment we are in, and I do know that that is the only way to have any say on ones future, is to completely immerse oneself in the present, purely and whole-heartedly. I am going forth with a feeling of gratitude that I have been given this opportunity to explore the Camino El Cid, Havana and Cuba with its 1960's theme, flanked by the amazingly tranquil and history filled caribbean sea, both leeward and windward. Mexico and hopefully Belize will follow. I shall explore and experience sunsets, beach bars, music, sunshine, sand in my shoes and all the other mojito based pleasures I can muster up. Please feel free to live with and through me vicariously both here and on my instagram page. I will attempt to scribe down whenever I can and keep you all informed of my new found discoveries. The best things in life and the most vivid and clear memories which stay with you like a turd under your shoes at a cinema, are always one step outside your comfort zone. Cheers to that sentiment, to all the lovelies in my realm and to my comfort zone. I shall see you on the flip side baby. Everybody dies, not everybody lives.

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