I haven’t written all summer because I have been at a loss for words. Besides that first day I wrote about, I have found that being a woman here has been an uphill battle in a way that I never experienced in Morocco – sexual harassment is very real and present here despite that one peaceful day. Numerous times I thought about retracting my previous post or writing an amendment to it, but its hard to share such personal and unfortunate experiences with such an unknown audience. Instead, I opted for silence. I tried to grow accustomed to this place and relish in the beautiful and interesting things about it in an attempt to forget about the low and horrible characters in it.
I will let you know how that goes.
Not everything about Sri Lanka is how I am making it out to be. There are absolutely beautiful beaches, there are gorgeous mountains, and the wildlife is amazing. Despite all of this, I am really excited to leave in two weeks. This summer has made me realize that I no, I will not love everywhere I travel. I have realized that even though I try to be patient and open-minded numerous bad experiences will color a place. That does not make me a bad person or culturally insensitive – it makes me human. Maybe if I would be here longer, I would grow to love it or maybe I would grow to hate it more, I’m not sure. Maybe if I had lived in a different city or maybe if I had been able to meet more locals. Again, I’m not sure. I can only describe Sri Lanka based on my experiences and perceptions using the lens that I was given.
I will write another post wrapping up my summer and what exactly it is I have done on this island, but I wanted to first share my more sobering thoughts. I just needed to explain the meaning behind my silence in a hopes of finally being able to move past the negative and onto the positive.
Again, I’ll let you know how that goes.