17.02.2016 5 °C
There and Back Again
I sit here on the ferry to Vancouver island, looking out at the ocean and islands. Finding it a challenge to write this final blog. Mixed feelings about being back in Canada. Resting in the possibilities of the moment. Lez be honest, I miss South America. Last night, after arriving from a 36 hour journey, it hit me. Wondering how the heck I just did what I did.
Valentine's Day was sweet and savoury. I met an amazing Ecuadorian man named Jose. His big smiles and positive energy made the day. We toured around the old district of Quito, people selling flowers and love goodies, stopping at some basilicas and square commons. We talked about, everything under the sun, and the day it will be when gay love will be as accepted open as the lovers we seen all around us. We really hit it off. The end of the day was topped off with resting in a local park, after 5 hours of walking, filled with families enjoying each other and lovers consumed in their affection. A great final day.
After exchanging digits, we vowed we would meet again. That evening I was taking it easy. As I was relaxing in my dorm bed, I was reminded I was to be flying out in a few hours! Thinking it was the following evening I was to be leaving. Laundry still at the lavanderia, stuff laying all over the bed and floor. Hakuna Mattata! Giggling with my fellow roommates, I quickly started to pack my things and went down to see if I could get my clothes. Thinking I may have to ditch them if the place was closed. Fortunately they were all washed and ready to go. The hostel called me a cab and off I went into the night. The taxi sped off, as South American taxis do. Playing some killer electro dance music. A smile on my face, on the edges of laughter, I take in the last images of the Quito skyline.
1 hour to the airport, 6 hour flight to Houston, followed by a 12 hour layover, followed again by a 5 hour flight to Vancouver. Was a long day. In the Houston airport I met a Brazilian man named Filepe. He was studying medicine at the University of Alberta in Edmonton. Time flew by as we talked about life and checked out the guys passing by. A common theme had emerged, the reaction people have when I tell them I was traveling alone in Ecuador. I second guess myself, followed by quickly putting it to rest. It wasn't mine to be held. I was lucky, in many ways on this trip. But I attribute the quality to my frame of mind and open heart.
I sit here on the ferry to Vancouver island, thinking about what I have to come away with and how do I move forward. Traveling has taught me about what it means to be alive and the meaning and value of my life. It's taught me how to live, in right relation to my spirit and the undeniable truth of death. The journey doesn't stop when I reach the doorstep of home, it's only the beginning. I am alive, there, and back again.
-Big shout out and love to everyone who has read my blog over the course of this past month. It's the first time I've ever done anything like this, writing for public review, and I think I've discovered a seedling worthy of continued care and nurture. Thank you as well, to my bro Greg, for sharing his space and dinner with me last night.
Big love and gratitude,