My mind keeps telling me, “Explore new places! See the world! Try a different continent!” But my heart? My heart just whispers one word: Goa. It’s a conflict I’ve had for years. It’s not that I don’t love exploring, but when I think of a vacation, Goa feels less like a destination and more like a second home—a place where my soul exhales and my feet feel at peace.
I’ve been to many beach destinations, but the unique charm of Goa is something no other place has quite captured. This time, we decided to brave North Goa, a region I usually avoid due to the crowds. Our destination? The serene, laid-back haven of Arambol. I wanted to experience the North without the Baga-Calangute madness, and Arambol was the perfect compromise. Little did I know, the madness would start long before we even got there.
