Sat here in Goa, sun shining, birds singing, breeze blowing, it’s easy to feel like I’m on holiday. This is not a holiday. It’s choice designed to offer opportunity and community in line with my current world view.
I live here for winter because I value time and experiences more highly than status and material possessions. It’s a place to forge new friendships and to explore new ways of being. My folks think I’m a hippie.
As we slip out of peak holiday season towards the quieter months of the ex-pat, talk turns to what’s next; where are you going, what will you do there, and on and on and on. Like the Small Faces circa ’67.