The ride back to the eco-lodge was about two hours, which I was delighted about, because I love being on the water and it afforded me time to reflect on my Brasilian journey. Tomorrow I would be returning back to the States and I was not ready to leave. How could I be with a view like this?
Or with chance encounters of wildlife like this?
Once we returned to the eco-lodge, I split off from the others, as Alberto had told me to meet him by the canoes again. By the time we set off on our evening adventure, it was completely dark outside and the animals were out in full force.
When I listen (because you cannot really watch) to this video my heart is filled with pure joy. If there is a heaven, I want to fall asleep to these sounds every night for eternity.
Once more, I was amazed with Alberto’s heightened sense of sound. As you can tell by the video, there is no way a person in that setting could see any of their surroundings. However, Albetro can see with his ears and he was able to “see” the following tree frog.
People have remarked how brave I was for taking this trip and most of all for taking it alone. Although, for me, the uncertainty, especially when traveling, is the key ingredient for making life rich and exhilarating. And I strongly feel that my willingness to embrace uncertainty allows me to align with the evolutionary flow and for synchronicity to take hold of me. So, step into the river like I have and allow the current of life to carry you home to the sea of uncertainty.
After Alberto and I returned to dry-land, I enjoyed my final dinner at the eco-lodge. While I was dining a Turkish gentleman from Russia asked me if he could join me. He then proceeded to entertain me with stories from his world travels. I especially loved his tale of how as a boy he grew up in Istanbul and due to his extreme fascination with Communism he decided to move to Russia to dedicate his life to the cause. Except, he quickly realized that the Communist ideals he grew to love in the books he read were not practiced in reality. Unfortunately, he was stuck in a foreign country with a government he hated. He learned to deal with it nonetheless and has been living there for over a decade now.
My new friend also taught me how to take night pictures with my camera. I am quite pleased with how the photos turned out. Of course, there was a little Russian vodka involved as well!
As I walked back to my cabin, I thought about how difficult it would be to return home. I think the hardest part of returning home is disconnecting from the uncertainty of travel and learning to re-adapt to the certainty of every-day life. You do not wake up with the notion that anything could happen today. I tried to comfort myself as I drifted off to sleep that regardless of whether I am traveling or not, my life is filled with abundance and there will always be more trips to look forward to!