Goan..Goan...gone

And just like that. I wake up one morning and it's time to go. NOthing is different I still love Goa. But the traveling bug came in the night and bit me. I woke up and realized I've been in Goa since a few days after Christmas. The days have been like a beautiful dream that all drift together. Goa is a bit like an Oasis for travels. A paradise of lost hippies and tranced out Isrealis where you can eat whatever your little heart desires for next to nothing. But then you find yourself complaining because the next town over has a plate of fish for 70 rupees instead of 150. I settled in to Goa. I am now properly tan and satified with everything I have learned and experienced here. Everything is a lesson. Everything in life is begging to teach you something and traveling the lessons about myself seem so much more apparent. True that since the moment I arrived I have spent very little time alone. But also true I am alone. I am away from everything and everyone that so intensely effects who I am. So I am able to see myself in a different way. I was speaking with this south african the other night who pointed this out to me. All of us travelers here alone together and talking to ourselves to each other. Seeing who we are in the faces of others and freeing ourselves through this magical gift we have in this journey we share. I feel so privilaged to be taking this journey and in comparison to the poverty I see in India I am ashamed. I have met travelers who have stayed and started charities. That is so incredibly beautiful. And so many of the people I've met are so incredibly beautiful, especially Lucianna. At this point in the journey I will be leaving Lu, who I have been with since the monastary. She is wanting to stay in Goa for a couple of weeks and then go south, and I hear the northern region of Rajasthan calling, so I must go north. So this wonderful traveling companion and soulmate I must leave. She is someone I hope to know the rest of my life. Our spirits are so kindred, and the theiving elves have continued to terrorize her....Her purse was stolen from the beach the other night with her motorbike key, sunglasses, and 600 or 700 rupees. And last night she was on the back of another girls motorbike and the girl crashed. My heart goes out to Lu. I really hope this string of bad luck will end. The lessons we are learning are so different. The thing that I've loved about our friendship is that she shows no judgement about anything I have done or said and I feel the same way about her. We just love each other unconditionally and that has been such a gift. But now it is time for me to be on my own, fully and completely. Goa is full of activity and beautiful people from all around the world, but I'm ready to leave the oasis and head back to India. I'm leaving for Pune on Friday night where there is a far out place called the Osho Meditation Center. Curiousity is drawing me there and I'll tell more once I have seen it, but don't worry Mom I'm not staying, just looking. Well it is Wednesday market today, my last and I'm a little sad to see it go. My roomates and I will cook a big feast tomorrow with the owners of our guesthouse as a good-bye. They are such warm people. I will always stay with them when I come to Goa, just a beautiful family. And there is so much to say about Goa, my heart is bursting. The night market, the Dutch Baba who lives in the Trees, The Slogans "Bai, Why like dis?", The "come look my shop" girls, The children chasing me as I've stolen their magic flute, so many stories I hope you can read between the lines. And I will tell you them all when I return. I hope you will all come to India someday. It is a truly magical place. Goodbye Goa