Travel can be perception.
We have an expectation how a place will feel, what will happen once we get there.
I’ve been quiet about my time at Blue Osa — only because I needed time to distill my experience.
People make assumptions about me, that my life is all fantasy — full of fun, fun, fun!
I also harbour fantasies (other than the normal variety) and I had quite a few about volunteering at a yoga resort.
Before I discuss realities, let me cover a few points first.
One, the grounds of Blue Osa are truly magical, initially relaxing me. Because I was wound too tight from my lousy experiences in Europe; the setting was literally paradise.
Two, I do yoga everyday minus travel days, so the opportunity to delve deeper into yogic philosophy was the perfect union (me + a yoga resort).
Third, it was fascinating to use my writing skills in a volunteer-in-trade role, essentially writing for my bed and dinner.