A bit earlier today I had a mug of the fruit which are called wood apples in English here. I was thinking how totally inadequate words are for some tasks. I not be able to describe the taste of that cup of juice in any way that’d make it familiar to you. Yet, its taste was extremely distinctive and I’d know it in a minute if blindfolded. So, being able to describe how incredibly happy I am here would be similar. I feel so me here. This is rather strange as I stick out like a sore thumb when in a crowd with my blond hair and genetically Northern European pink skin. Still, this place makes me feel most at home.
If all the time spend on the island were all added together it’d probably only come to a year or so. This feeling of being is quite strange considering I don’t speak a local language, am not aware of millennia of its history, and don’t even know how to correctly pronounce many geographical features.
Still as soon as I’m back, I get hit with a serenity that is rare. Of course this is due to many factors such as being on vacation, a relaxing environment and a welcoming family with which to stay.