I already ranted about our online culture and how we are sometimes getting further away from real connections, to others and our own core. I told you about the opportunity I had to live at the Offline House, away from what I know, between strangers and pine trees. Now it’s time to let you know what I learned on a tiny weekend getaway.
Do you remember the times where you were out on a trip and had to ask for directions because you were clearly lost? When you sat in a café during your break and glanced to an actual newspaper, with actual pages to switch your mind off from work related stuff a little? Or, when was the last time you sat on a bench in being fully aware of every detail of your surroundings? Do you remember a full day spent without your phone in your hand / in your pocket / in your purse? Me neither.
If you’re here to read about buckets and full moon parties, you might be disappointed. This is a little love story between me and Koh Phangan.
This blog was born almost four years ago, and if you follow it since the very beginning, you could tell that there has been a little change on my website. I thought many times about opening a new website for this matter, but I decided that a separate chapter on the same blog would have been more appropriate. Do you think I am gone nuts? Nah, I’m just opening up a little more on my journey.
Sometimes everything gets tight. Situations, people, life events- the list could be endless. And when things turn out this way, people tend to cope with it differently. You know, going out getting smashed, locking up at home, writing a diary, taking a selfie with an inspirational quote they just googled and never heard about before, the usual stuff. I booked myself a solo trip to Portugal.
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