STOP 5 | Canary Islands: let's tweak plans a bit!

Dedicated uniquely to Teo, who lent me a dream of his - which I've just decided to put momentarily on hold - who always pushes my boundaries, as only a good (not the best) friend can do. Thank You for that!

Despite I am in Fuerteventura, I am still in the Shamanic Post-Diet, which is the most important aspect of the dieta:

It is believed that a large part of the effect of the dieta is the consequence of the integration process that follows it. Amazonian healers consider that respecting the post-dieta rules is essential so that integration takes place correctly at all levels, to avoid the risks related to “cruzadera,” a term that refers to an energetic interference which can cause disorders of various kinds, from the mildest to the most serious. (source above).

And probably signing-up for kite surfing lessons was not the best idea, but I wanted to give it a try. My friend Teo - my crazy, beloved and risk-taker friend Teo - suggested me to try kite, as he loves it. Despite us being completely different from each other, I convinced myself and signed-up for lessons, at René Egli, one of the most famous and well-equipped center in the south of the island. I went there on August 2nd, the day before the course, just to check-in and check it out. The location was amazing (I was able to take my transition pic right this day) and a lot of kiters where kiting around.

Me with Ayahuasca necklace and René Egli on the background

August 3rd, was the first day of the course: this day was about learning how to control the kite on the beach and I ended the day understanding quite a lot, considering I started from zero.

Overall it was not as bad as I expected, but had a lot of emotions going around, most likely as a result of the shamanic retreat. And such emotions were generating fears and affecting physical and mental stability, creating unbalance, which, adopting my motto of #takelifeasitcomes, I completely ignored, as no one should.

I was able to spend the afternoon of the first day enjoying the beach at Morro Jable: omg, having a car that gives you the freedom to do what the heck you want is such an amazing thing...never realized before, given my scattered no-car history.

Today, the second day, after repeating beach fly, we did some body dragging in the water: it was not a complete disaster, but my head was not there and even my amazing instructor - a young and energetic Lithuanian guy - Mindaugas - noticed that. At that point I decided to finish the lesson for the day. I thought about that in the afternoon and probably took the decision to put lessons on hold (the school gave me time till tomorrow 9am): postponing can be a good excuse to come back to the island. It's not a give-up - at least I am not considering like this - it's a see you later, alligator! After thinking about putting it on hold, I started feeling more energetic and mental balanced again. Indeed I need to give me time to recover and over the last year alone, even excluding the first month of my sabbatical - I did a lot, so I should remember to be gentle with myself.

Lots of happenings occurred during these couple of days, beyond Kite:

a) Kept following the post-diet requirements, which are intense, and tough, and unconventional, but needed.

b) Was able to enjoy some shade close to the pool (still need to avoid full sun).

c) Reconnected with old friends, since this journey is about reconnection, and sometimes we still need to rely on virtuality

d) Atoned and atoning for some old guilt (probably following the ayahuasca emotional rush)

f) Finally cut my air and trimmed my bear at the only barber in the area - it took me 3 days to find an available slot.

g) And I met an Italian woman, 59 year old, who from Emilia Romagna (North of Italy) moved to Fuerteventura 5 years ago, to avoid paying to Italian government 70% of income taxes. She also divorced from her husband last year and now she is completely alone and she misses connections, but she has a job with a regular contract, that can never find in Italy at her age. And this let me think that sometimes we are lucky and we do not know.

h) I went to a bookstore, as I wanted to buy a LonelyPlanet, but had not luck to find it. However, I found this:

This is the identical bracelet I lost at STOP #1, the Juventus-life bracelet: I took it as a sign and I bought it again!

The beauty of (re)finding lost thing: #Takelifeasitcomes, indeed!