Interregnum STOPS 3 and 4 | Heading to Faro and Out of Pocket for 10 days

Not sure why I signed-up for a shamanic retreat in Portugal, but it was highly suggested by a close friend of mine. And even before the official motto, I felt I should #takelifeasitcomes, so I registered for that.

While sitting in the lounge of Madrid airport, waiting for my connection to Faro, I keep thinking that there is still something I want to explore more, to know myself better.


Being alone with yourself may be intense, scary, even dangerous. I did it once with my Vipassana retreat and it was mind-blowing, but still so so so tough. The one in Tavira is going to be a different retreat.

Will I get off stronger, or weaker? Will I survive? Will I encounter my inner self? And what about that motherf****r of my inner child, who keeps creating problems every now and then with the people I love the most? Who knows...

The only certainty is that I will be out of pocket, with no human connections for 10days.


See you later!

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