Sometimes when you are in a place of extreme beauty and good vibes, a place that you feel naturally connected with, it opens you up to your inner truth. When you get to share that moment with a person who is attuned to that same sensitivity, it just helps you step away from your own thoughts and live the experience to the fullest.
When I first went to Rodrigues in 1993, I fell in love with the place and my affection for it doubled in 2008 and tripled in 2013. To my surprise, and although I would not have thought it possible, truth is, I have to admit that this latest trip has been even more special than any of the previous ones. It probably meant the most to me because not only did Antish keep his word and fly me there on a romantic spree but each second spent with him was as close as possible to perfection. He was the perfect gentleman, caring and sweet, paying attention to the smallest details with regards to my comfort and well-being. We spent countless hours talking and laughing and underwent extraordinary culinary experiences. We were blown away by the beauty of the scenery and I even introduced him to his first ever zipline activity which left him speechless. Needless to say, we were continuously amazed but never really surprised by the sweetness of the locals who were extremely hospitable and gentle. After all,
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One late afternoon we walked up the path from Trou d'Argent to be welcomed by the rising moon and the flawless milky way at St Francois. We listened to the sound of the waves and to the heartbeat of those million stars in the sky and as we sipped our beer standing on the edge of the cliff, we couldn’t help but feel wrapped up into a blanket of deep serenity. Antish then shared a moving story about his family with me and I could hear the crack in his voice as he evoked his childhood days. I softly rubbed his back because I felt it was the right thing to do. I am always deeply moved when he opens up to me and allows me to dive into his world with a gripping lens. I know there are many things that he chooses to hold back so each time I get the opportunity to step through those doors that he consents to open, I feel privileged. I love venturing into this world of his which is filled with 'musicality'. Back to our room
I decided to show him a page from my father's diary - something that I always carry with me when I travel. We read it together, my arm around his shoulder and quietly fell asleep secretly acknowledging that something unusually intense had just hit us both that evening
On the last day of our holiday, when we left Rodrigues, we knew thereon that our hearts would be forever tied to that tiny piece of land where love had been stripped down to its simplest and purest form.
