Since the end of November, I’ve been traveling every two weeks: Abu Dhabi, Zurich, Hawaii, now back to Playa after five months, and next off to India and Singapore. In the month of January, I will have only spent 8 days in the Bay Area. I feel oddly at home returning to my nomadic lifestyle: an indescribable spark of adventure lights within my belly as I dive into the familiar cultural shock: throwing toilet paper in the bin, pedestrian inferiority, Mexican plans (aka Millennial plans). At the same time, there is an undeniable gravity to stay in one place, establish a community, and belong. But perhaps, that sense of belonging and connection isn’t limited to geographic immobility. And perhaps equally possible, that sense of adventure and shock isn’t limited to nomadic wanderings. Hmm…
In any case, it’s good to be home: catching up with Mexican and expat friends, diving with pregnant bull sharks, divine dancing, chowing down on delicious food (when not spicy), road tripping in Cozumel, ladies night, Supper and Brunch Clubs, and enduring the unseasonably cold (sweaters?!). Hasta pronto, Playa! See you in the summer for whale sharks!
Diving: great to get back in the water and wasn’t very panicky this time!