I am leaving tomorrow and am full of contradictory emotions. Nothing new more or less. One is the expansive happiness to change, to move on , onwards to something new and interesting, natural ebb and flow, the exciting horror of new wrapped in a blanket so soothing to me.
Ofcourse the other is, I really like this place, I like surfing, I like camping, I like flowing in and out of existence between the waves, my life concentrated on one point and one point only, a gleam in the sun.
It is obvious that it is because I cannot make up my mind that I am sunburned. Serves me right.
I catch the bus tomorrow to Lisbon and from there with train to Porto.
Iºll miss this place and due to the overwhelming nostalgia I am experiencing Iºll keep this post brief.
Beijos
