And then there was a morning in Sri Lanka last March, when I was watching the sunrise on top of a sacred mountain I had just spent the night climbing with hundreds of Buddhist, Hindu, and Christian pilgrims. I look upon this moment as a true turning point, a moment where time stood still to open a new path for me. It was just a regular holiday, but I knew then that nothing would ever be the same, that I could not go back to my 9-to-5. I wanted to stay on the road, to keep exploring, keep discovering. So I started asking myself what could I possibly do, for a living, that would combine my love for travels with my career as a journalist, and my growing passion and curiosity for spiritual understandings.
But the real kick-off moment was a conversation with one of my dearest friends and the one who possibly knows me the best. I was once more asking those questions out loud and here she came out with it. “What if you wrote about spiritual travel?” BAM! In an instant, she had just given me the most beautiful present. The idea. And my mind started racing…
