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| SOUL SEARCHING, CATCHING WAVES, SOAKING UP THE SUMMER SUN |

I got an email the other day from hostelworld.com — the subject line read: “It’s been six months since your last trip.” I couldn’t believe it. Six months has already passed since I last booked my hostel in the Canary Islands? I stared at the email thinking about those three months of traveling before clicking the box to delete it. Man, does time fly.

It’s now the very last day of July 2012. I just rolled in from the beach, searching for the slightest sign of ride-able waves. Trickles. The surf shop had students floating on the passing baby swells, but it was nothing I wanted to bring my board out into. I parked the truck, grabbed my towel and headed for the water. I needed a good dose of salt water. My mind had been swirling all day with thoughts of visas, moving in October, friends I’ll get to see again and friends I’m leaving in the States.

I’ve come to realize a good dose of salt water will really help cure anything. I’ve known this for awhile now, but it always rings true and amazes me how anyone can clear their heads to think straight without the ocean down the road from home. I suppose everyone adapts to where they’re raised, and I couldn’t be happier to have been raised next to and in the ocean. All the props in the world to you folks who live landlocked, I know I can’t do it.
Ranting aside, it’s been a great summer since I’ve been back from my travels. I’ve been able to reflect, pick up surfing, and truly enjoy being home. I’ve been blessed to have one of my best friends to talk to almost every day during the process of making my decision on where I want to be next. And even though she’s in Argentina, I haven’t felt closer to her in so long. I know I’ve thanked her for being there and helping me through this process, but I want to do it again — Gracias por todo, tia. Te quiero XO

With that said — I’ve decided where I want to be in the world (por fin!) for the next two years … and if not longer. Drummmmmrooooll! Alicante, Spain. Well, coastal Spain in general. My first city: Alicante. Who know? Maybe it’s where I’m meant to be and maybe it’s just a place to spend the next year, but I’m excited beyond belief to move there this October.

I can also thank the ocean and surfing for helping me decide where I want to be this fall. The many relaxing hours sat waiting for a good wave, paddling through the swells crashing overhead, salt water engulfing my body, and learning to respect the power of the ocean — it’s all helped lead me to this decision. It helped bring me back to those moment in the Canary Islands. The smell of the salt air, the crashing of the waves, the Spanish language flowing into my ears. I knew I had to be somewhere like that again. It’s the place I felt most at home.

Entonces me voy! I’m going in October. Fingers crossed for a smooth process to sort my visa and I’ll be on my way. Nos vemos pronto, Espana — te quiero.

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I'm a native of Maine, currently living and working in Portland where I write about my favorite travels and new experiences. I have been published on various travel blogs as well as have collaborated on writing projects with companies such as the travel search engine Hipmunk and Spanish hotel chain Bahia Principe. When I'm not writing, I enjoy being on the ocean, sipping tasty wines, waking up to strong coffee, and sharing all these things with my friends. You can follow my writing at www.nativeofthenorth.me

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