Adios Bolivia

After a week back home in Spain, a part of me still hasn't arrived. It's such a strange feeling. A cross between yearning and pining and grief. A part of me was reluctant, not ready to leave Bolivia - that part is still there. And another part of me would like to get on the next plane and start all over again. Eyes wide open. More savvy. More alert. The ache is almost physical.

A monastery near Pisac Peru.

Easter Sunday at the monastery.

Easter flowers candles and bread.

Leaving small gifts and big smiles.

After almost six weeks in Peru and Boliiva , back in my beautiful mountain village in Southern Spain, my heart aches, broods, craves, desires, dreams, grieves, hankers, languish for, sighs for, thirsts for, yearns for South America, and all its craziness, confusion, beauty and mystery.

"Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.” ― John O'Donohue