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Once a wise friend told me that when you feel lost or stuck in your life you must travel. Travel in fact can be healing. If I should give a tag to my travel to the Cook Islands I would say it was my healing journey. I reached Rarotonga during Easter holiday all by myself. I needed to listen to the voice within and I thought the best thing to do was to do it somewhere where there is no noise and the life is slow. Endeed, Island life is very slow and gives you the time to process ideas and to experiment idleness and boredom that are essential to find answers and regain new energy. My Polynesian friends told me many times “If you are and Islander, you can go away from the Island, but the island never goes away from you”. Atolls, like the desert, have their own rules and dynamics are not affected as the clock is ticking. The kindness of locals was a demonstration people only had to worry about the weather conditions and the climate change, real enemies of the island. I couldn’t imagine I would literally see Rarotonga simply hitchhiking and that I just needed forty minutes to circumnavigate the whole island. Putting my feet in the crystal clear water was enough to walk through corals and fishes of all colors… The same explosion of colors could be appreciated during the characteristic equatorial sunset and sunrise, the same multitude of colors was again a gift given to the Tiare and Hibiscus flowers that were worn amiably by the Polynesian girls telling if they were single or married.
