It took a couple of flights and what amounted to being a very long, bumpy taxi cab ride to arrive here but, the good part is that we did so safely: I'm in Nicaragua! And, yes, it's a yoga retreat of sorts and, no, I didn't come simply for the yoga. While it's great to set aside 90 minutes out of the day to tie and untie my body in a knot on a platform outside, both looking at and hearing the ocean below the whole time, I was drawn to this business for the adventure; I came because I'd never been before. I also wanted to meet the other like minds, the other adventurers, the thrill-seekers. The good part? I've found a good lot of them.
I'm in a wooden villa, built high amongst the trees (it's practically a treehouse). I get to take my showers out on the balcony if I want to (I do!) and there's a plunge pool right outside my front door (which amounts to an unheated hot tub). It's only just past 9 over this way, though most have gone to bed. Only a couple days into this trek and it's become so easy to follow the sun's schedule, rising when it does and retiring not long after it dips below the horizon. The howler monkeys will be starting up soon enough. Ah! The bed is comfortable and dreams of fresh papaya and guava juice are so ready to begin.
What's more, a man can hear his thoughts here. Whatever level of stress there was in my life before this venture (on that little to none level), let's just say it's gone and dropped a few notches lower.
I sound like some kind of a hippy reborn. I absolutely swear I'm not. But, this? I could get used to this. This is some kind of fairly undiscovered paradise.