A good cold.
One of those colds that sinks in, permeates every aspect of existence - in an October-chill type of way. I feel as if I should be costumed and trick-or-treating given this weather.
The tea here is exceptional.
I'm on a mountain.
There's no schedule here. There's no rushing-to-get-to-Topsia-for-class. There's just air, and tea, and five incredible friends.
I love Josefin.
She's Swedish.
I feel so blessed to be here.
Also, I'm wearing eyeliner.
I'm sorry this is a slight mess of a post.
This morning, Josefin said something about "it's amazing how much language affects identity," and I felt the smile forming on my face before the joy registered in my brain. I don't know what it is about language, but I love it more than I can explain. Most of the locals here are speaking something I cannot understand.
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This is the view outside my window:
I can breathe here.
Love and rejuvenation,
Stephanie
