Towards 55 | Finding my People

 Something magical is happening.. 

it seems i am meeting up with soul nomads in Europe.


In 2024 I happened to run into nomads in Switzerland, this year in Alicante there was the Nomad fest in April and now in Nov 2025 as I am in Barcelona, there is the Nomad summit again. 

it seems i am scatering the skirts of these nomads.. 

yes i am a digital nomad, a yogi a master of the sins, and they ahve let go of the normal and we are finding each other on the road.

what it all means i will figure out. it is about creating a life outseide the usual pre-existent social context, detached from where and with whom we were born and creating a new society. 


Bask, Chiangmai, they are gathering in villages around the world.. and where will i settle.. most likely barcelon for now. 


Towards 55+ and finding my people

we are all going home to paramdham at the end of this avaykat season.. we are jsut gathering for the last fun times together before returning. 

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