DISCLAIMER: This piece is a translation from a previous post written in French. If you can read French, I strongly advise you to follow the link. If you don’t, please mind my translation abilities. Pour la version en français, merci de suivre le lien. Some things can only become real when we feel them within our deepest.No speech, no narrative, ever so rational, however inspired, can pretend to do more than scratch the surface of our awareness.Direct experience only can…
I was already lingering for a few days in Santo Domingo, capital city of the Dominican Republic. Staying in the colonial city, the touristic heart, i was trying to figure out what to do next.[map] It was my first time in such a poor country, and I was just terrified of getting out of this relatively privileged area. I ventured out once or twice, paying much attention to stay in very populated areas, avoiding small desert streets. But I felt…
I was walking my way to the village of Yorkin, Costa Rica [map], when I met Powell and his wife. I had heard of an indigenous owned and run Eco-lodge, and I had decided to just walk in there. After the first reaction of mutual defiance, we engaged in conversation walking down the path. They were obviously lovely and caring people, and as we closed to the village, they offered me to come and stay at his place instead of…