A WEEK IN THE LIFE: GOA
I am in Goa. (Healing.)
This year, though I have been most fortunate and grateful to travel as much as I have has left me feeling rather drained and unlike myself.
Goa usually means north or south for me, with sun soaked days in Mandrem, visits to the ever festive Saturday night market and gorgeous meals at La Plage, or even spent in small rented cottages in Agonda with simple thali lunches at Fatima Store.
Not this time.
I’m happy to be here outside of season, lingering somewhere in between. I wasn’t meant to be back in India but here I am. I’m spending time with my grandmother (who is my soulmate), collecting shells on the beach as I always have done, reading and writing, breathing more deeply and finding myself enjoying being on this blog more than ever. I have so many stories to tell. Thank you for reading.