Tenerife, an all time favorite among charter holidays, and the island most Finns know for its sunny beaches and golf resorts. Of course, I can’t speak for the sun seeking tourists and the beaches in the south, as I have not seen that side of the island life.
For me the island is something else. I don't know if it's the tranquil atmosphere, the volcanic earth, the fresh sea breeze or the Spanish language that makes it so special for me, but for some unknown reason my heart beats with the island. It is a place where I'm at peace with myself and the world around me. There is just something magical about the island, something that is impossible to grasp and put into words. Something that is just so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes.
The reason I found the island in the first place last march was yoga, and now I just finished my one month Hatha Yoga teacher training that brought me back there.
I have yet not enough words to describe the past month. I can only say that I am more than grateful for everything I've learned, everyone I've met and for every single day I've been on the island and being able to do what I love. And I’m more than happy and proud of myself for once again, without hesitation (and with a two weeks notice) following my dreams. That’s how simple it is. When you know something is right you just know. Do what you love, and do it with the whole of yourself, loving every second of it.
The month at Tenerife also, once again, made me realize that I still have some work to do following my desires when it comes to photographing. What I really would like to photograph is the local life, people mostly, and share their stories. For sure you can find amazing landscapes to capture, but what I really see is not what I photograph. Why not? That is a question I'm asking myself constantly. Is it the lack of courage to actually go up to people and ask if I could photograph them, or simply because I'm being carried away while witnessing the life around me, not wanting to break that moment by pulling my camera out.
In Tejina, what I really wanted to photograph was the three old men getting together by the side of the road every single day, or the beautiful old woman dressed in black, sitting alone in front of the village church. In Bajamar wanted to capture the father who was playing with his little son at the beach, building a sand castle. In Puerto de la Cruz, what I really wanted to photograph was the homeless man who gave me the biggest most genuine smile just because I gave him a couple of euros, or the street musician who shared his story with me just because I was interested.
Maybe some day, I will find the courage to share what interests me and what I see in this world. Another dream of mine yet to be fulfilled, to travel with the purpose of photographing and sharing stories about anyone I meet or share a moment with.
Another door as a yoga teacher has opened, and I’m excited to see what’s on the other side. But first I take a moment to enjoy every second of my simple life with Pirate J, enjoying the beautiful winter in North Karelia!