My seventh day at Peace Retreat marked the closest I’ve come to feeling like someone I recognize in nearly six months, likely in part to a my first good night’s sleep. The winds I’ve come to refer to as "The Levanter" died down last night, a good omen I attribute to the arrival of Kristen, our newest guest from D.C.
She’s the first guest to arrive, though two volunteers have left since I’ve come; Andre left a week ago, and Laura, who left Monday. Before she left, Laura told me about a music festival, Envision, in Uvita later this month, where she and her boyfriend will meet. She was directly headed to the southern point of the Nicoya Peninsula to Montezuma. I must admit, she roused my curiosity (and my courage,) about a possible field trip to parts beyond my yoga haven.
From the night I first arrived I’ve been haunted by the wind. On the plane here I finished reading “The Alchemist” by Paul Coelho. References to the winds of change and transformation are made in the beginning as the protagonist Santiago embarks upon his journey seeking his Personal Legend, and in the final chapter as he turns himself into the wind in the deserts of Egypt, signifying his spiritual transformation. "The Levanter" or "levante" is a strong easterly wind that blows in the Mediterranean and apparently here in Costa Rica because every night as I lay my head to sleep I am TERRORIZED by a blustering wind that blows relentlessly until sunrise.
Tonight, I hope my ear plugs will afford me some relief and a good night’s sleep.
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