I've just had the weekend of my life.
It's always difficult to pin point a beginning to stories that can never be told enough times. All I can say to start off is the fact that I can't possibly be more glad that I am that I went on the trip and that I went on it with the people that I did. Each and everyone of them has made it memorable and I know those were the moments that I will forever cherish and hold dear with me so that when I'm in a rocking chair with a body that is incapable of resisting gravity- I can think to myself and smile, "what insane crazyass mofos we were."
From the start of the trip to the end, slowly getting to know everyone, the spontaneity and casualty of opening up to everyone we meet and welcoming them, to trusting them with your life. It was like a universal language, a spell casted upon us all that made us understood that a hello and a warm smile was all that was needed to become a warm family of strangers.
Through sanity and insanity to standing still and getting lost in rapid body movements as we danced the night away, on land, in the ocean, in each others arms. We witnessed and experienced it all, the different stages of the human mind.
Now I'm back home, with the beats still pumping in my veins, the grains of sand still tickling beneath my feet, and the million colors that painted the sky when the moon and the sun collided. I carry all this with me, and I've never felt any better, never been better. So I thank you all for making this happen- at this time so perfect.