Anyway, the long and short of it is, I had a great time. I hope to write a detailed blog post about all this and my entire time in Zipolite.
In conclusion, I feel like the travel bug has bit me as it always does when I take a long trip. I’ve always been cautious to not like something too much; to only pick a few things and chase them doggedly. Travel has been one of the things I’ve always kept at an arm’s distance. I’ve enjoyed every time I’ve travelled to a new place, but I never ‘make the first move’. I wait for an occasion, or a reason to travel or for work to take me there. I resisted ‘travelling for the sake of travelling’ all through my twenties. Mostly because I believed that all answers lie within, and not in ‘hopping from one destination to another’ chasing a new experience.
But I am beginning to think, they aren’t mutually exclusive. You can travel far and wide—inside and outside. Both can happen at the same time. There are no rules.