I've finished 1 month at the yoga teacher training and just arrived in Colombia. It's raining, I'm alone and I regret leaving.... I miss my friends at the yoga school to death, and I wrote them very personal love letters; which I share in this short, but overtly dramatic episode.

Traveling is blowing my mind, breaking my heart and opening it up again. It feels like I'm seeing the world for the first time. A new world. Everything keeps getting deeper and deeper; meditation, yoga, food, pain, pleasure, breath, writing, relationships, nature, rituals, me. Constantly going deeper into a mix of magic and hyper-real dimensions.

The people I meet are fucking fairytales. Movies have never justifiably portrayed such colorful beings as you encounter when you travel. Letting go and trusting the process is a storm. Here's 15 minutes of it.