SOUTH

THIS MORING IT’S COLD AND SUNLESS. IT’S ON DAYS LIKE THIS THAT MY MIND RACES SOUTH.

I IMAGINE WARM BEACHES, WAVES AND SAND BETWEEN MY TOES.

I IMAGINE BUSY MARKET DAYS, SPANISH JIBBER AND SENSORY OVERLOAD.

WOULD I CHOOSE A DAY OF SOLITUDE OR A DAY TO BLEND INTO THE CROWD?

TEN MORE MONTHS UNTIL THIS DREAM BECOMES REALITY. FOR SOME THE ADVENTURE IS JUST A DREAM BUT IN MY HEART I KNOW THIS WILL ALL COME TO PASS.

IT’S AS IF THESE WANDERLUST DREAMS ARE PAST MEMORIES I AM RELIVING. THE SMELLS, TASTES AND FEELINGS ARE SO REAL AND SO CLOSE THAT I KNOW THEY ARE GOING TO HAPPEN.

HAVE I BEEN THERE IN A PAST LIFE? AM I JUST AT A POINT WHERE MY HEART KNOWS SOMETHING MY HEAD DOESN’T? IF SO THEN MAY MY HEART LEAD THE WAY.