Coachella... california love.
I went to Coachella. For the second time. With some of the same friends I went with two years ago, and once there, also spent the days with some amazing new friends.
We had such high expectations, such anticipation, such excitement... and again, Coachella met and surpassed them. There is nothing like it.
And since I don't live in California anymore... not even on the same continent as Coachella, and as I live in Scandinavia, it's pretty much the opposite of the desert... it was a real travel adventure in many ways. I read this the other day, from an essay on travel by Pico Iyer, and it pretty much nailed what this music festival was for some of us:
"Thus travel spins us round...by showing us all the parts of ourselves that might otherwise grow rusty. For in traveling to a truly foreign place, we inevitably travel to moods and states of mind and hidden inward passages that we’d otherwise seldom have cause to visit.
On the most basic level, when I’m in Thailand, though a teetotaler who usually goes to bed at 9 p.m., I stay up till dawn in the local bars; and in Tibet, though not a real Buddhist, I spend days on end in temples, listening to the chants of sutras... and I go to Iceland...to tap parts of myself generally obscured by chatter and routine."