Leaving the mountains was strange, exciting, and bittersweet. The lush, rolling hills and sunny streets of Chiang Mai took a while to sink in, but by the time they did I was captivated. Confidently navigating tuk-tuk filled streets, post-yoga (in a leafy open-air studio), we truly felt at home.
Our last day was filled with the trendy, colorful stores in the Nimman area and we ended the day with the Sunday Night Market. Here we ate copious amounts of Khao Soi, bought elephant pants, and ended the night in a steaming hot hotel room, which seemed like the only proper send off the city could give us.
After a full day of travel, we finally arrived on the tiny island of Koh Tao, a world renown diving spot where we spent the next three days snorkeling over some of the most beautiful reefs I’ve ever seen, hiking up the mountainous island, stuffing our faces with flavorful curry and Pad Thai, and wandering the quiet beaches. The journal entry below still makes my heart swell every time I read it:
“I am sitting on an island connected to two others by a strip of sand. This country keeps surprising me- today with its rocky beaches, where islands and mountains jut from blue water like beacons in the distance. Where kindness abounds and outdoor adventure seems never ending. My heart and mind thrum with almost no thoughts, yet endless amounts of energy. This is what mindfulness is to me. I could write forever. Finally. Koh Tao, laying in rocky, shallow bays feels like peace. Staring up at the blue sky, sun shining on my skin, and nothingness swirling throughout my mind.”