During these days I walked and biked a lot.

I switched my dietary habits and even tough I made many times more physical exercise than usual I didn’t feel weak.

I maxed out the hotel breakfast and then for the rest of the day I had fruit and dried seeds (they are way cheaper than here). I reconciled myself with feeling hungry, with an empty stomach, but now weak. That was liberating.

I lived like a vagrant (or a hobo sometimes) and everything was fine and dandy.

I slept on parks and the streets when the sun was nice.

I walked barefoot a lot.

I skinny dipped sometimes.

I was one with Nature.

I also learned that people listen to Nickelback on purpose there. Who’d a thunk it?

A couple of days I worked. I’d like to say that I had an epiphany and built a masterpiece but it was anything but that, quite mundane tasks. On the other paw, my office was a quiet spot on the mountain with a small river and birds singing just in front of me.

I’m back at the concrete maze, but my only consolation is that I still have a jungle and river near.