No shoes, no shirt, no cars and no problem – that pretty much sums up my stay on this small paradise island. Picture perfect palm tress, fine white sand and crystal clear water wherever you go. Sounds like a true paradise, right?
When you walk the so called “streets” of this island the locals (sometimes friendly and sometimes a little bitter) will try to speak to you and most of all they will advice you to listen to their motto: go slow! And on this island there really is no need to hurry, since nothing is ever more than a 5 minute walk away. I spoke to a lot of locals about how life on the island actually was and many of them had never left the island, so they don’t know a life or world beyond it. Some of them liked it, just relaxing, smoking weed and not doing much more than interacting with the visitors. For a guy like me visiting only 4 days (which is enough) it felt like a paradise – but for some of the locals the white beaches and blue water surrounding the island more feel like prison walls than a paradise, keeping them locked on this island. I truly understand them, I got “island fever” after just a couple of days and to spend a lifetime scares the shit out of me. So in one way I pity them, but I also believe that if you really want to change your life, everyone is able to do it – but it won’t change by itself, you have to initiate it. At the same time, once again, I got reminded of how lucky I (and probably you too) are that are born in a part of the world where it’s very easy to form your life the way you want it.
Coming from 5 days in the mountains of Guatemala and even sub-zero temperatures it was really nice to arrive to some real warmth and nice swimming water. Since it’s an island there was always a little breeze keeping the humidity down, at least this time of the year. I spent the days sunbathing, snorkeling and just relaxing with some people from Denmark, the US and Australia. One of the best things with traveling is to hear peoples stories and experiences in life. Sometimes getting inspired, and sometimes getting grateful for how your own life is. For example a Danish girl told me a heartbreaking story of how she lost her mom in a car accident. She had learned the hard way not to take anything for granted.
My time in Latin-America is soon coming to an end and I have one more stop left here before going to Los Angeles to celebrate Christmas. To put it this way: it’s taco-time, Mexico here I come.