The Bay of love

Travelling last summer I was blessed to be situated on the beautiful and wonderful island of Koh Pangan, Thailand. I had an amazingly intense time here and when I decided to go on this journey I instantly knew that I would have to come back. I won´t be talking too much about the bay of love as it feels like it´s one of those special things you can´t put into words without missing out on the essence of it.

So I packed my stuff, took a boat and returned home. Since the first time here was something sacred to me I told myself to not expect anything and just go with whatever will be, but still I had a little spark of anxiety that my first-time-experience would be crushed (yes, I know, it´s getting cheesy now and might sound like this is the promised land where honey and milk flows in the ocean and immortality grows on trees...but, let it be, I just love it).

After a couple of minutes after I arrived I instantly ran into Jason, one of my favorite people here (I love you J!)  and many more of the fam are here too.

I practiced yoga everyday and felt my body getting stronger and more flexible each day. It felt great to wittness the physical changes so quickly. Well, then I thought since I´m so zen now and super trained and wise I can also get up and go party (!). So I did. In the morning I had the brilliant idea to jump off a cliff into the ocean, strained my ankle and had to go to the hospital. The crazy boy took care of me and made sure they wont amputate my foot or something like that - (he also made sure I was nutritionally in balance by feeding me free candy on the surgical table, thanks B). Everyone here is being so helpful and supportive, I could not wish for more. Hopefully I will be able to do the yoga teacher program as planned. However, for now, all I can do is sit around, eat too much of the most declicious food and have faith in my ankle to heal as quick as possible.