Santiago Island
Here I am, sitting on a black lava beach formed by the erosion of the cinder cones of the surroundings, trying to think what would be the best thing that had happened to me today so I could describe it to you. Well, it is a pretty difficult task, let me tell you. Not because I cannot think of anything, but to the contrary, there are too many things to write about.
Today is the last day of our journey throughout the Galapagos. It is hard to believe that seven days have passed already and it is obvious why people often say that time flies when you are having fun!
Our family expedition has been a complete success. I saw kids and youngsters having so much fun together, and that is very touching for me. Kids are by nature the most difficult to satisfy! They get tired pretty soon with almost every activity, but here in Galapagos things work differently. It is almost impossible to get them away from the playful baby sea lions and they ask so many questions when they see a marine iguana swimming or a penguin in the tropics! The temperature of the water has been great, so snorkeling was also a big hit for everyone.
I have to admit that one of the nicest things of this trip has been the time for reflection. Sitting right now on the beach, I am watching people observe the surroundings, and I am talking about really “observing,” not just looking.
I was playing my own personal little game, trying to guess what each one of our guests on the beach might be thinking in that precise moment. Many different things popped up in my mind. Then, I closed my eyes and let the fresh air touch my face. The first thing that came to my mind was an episode of my youth, when my mom and my dad took me on a field trip to one of the beaches on mainland Ecuador. The place was not nearly as pretty as the beach where I am now, but it was very special because that was the place where I saw my first sea lion! And for a fraction of a second, there my mother was, looking at me, sitting on the beach with her eyes fixed directly on me, taking care of me as she always has, because for her, I will always be her little kid.
Then I saw the kids at the beach playing with sand and the sea lions. I started thinking that some day in the future they will be sitting on some far away beach, looking at their own children playing on the beach, but knowing that their moms are always going to be there to look after them, like they once did on a black lava beach in the Galapagos...
Here I am, sitting on a black lava beach formed by the erosion of the cinder cones of the surroundings, trying to think what would be the best thing that had happened to me today so I could describe it to you. Well, it is a pretty difficult task, let me tell you. Not because I cannot think of anything, but to the contrary, there are too many things to write about.
Today is the last day of our journey throughout the Galapagos. It is hard to believe that seven days have passed already and it is obvious why people often say that time flies when you are having fun!
Our family expedition has been a complete success. I saw kids and youngsters having so much fun together, and that is very touching for me. Kids are by nature the most difficult to satisfy! They get tired pretty soon with almost every activity, but here in Galapagos things work differently. It is almost impossible to get them away from the playful baby sea lions and they ask so many questions when they see a marine iguana swimming or a penguin in the tropics! The temperature of the water has been great, so snorkeling was also a big hit for everyone.
I have to admit that one of the nicest things of this trip has been the time for reflection. Sitting right now on the beach, I am watching people observe the surroundings, and I am talking about really “observing,” not just looking.
I was playing my own personal little game, trying to guess what each one of our guests on the beach might be thinking in that precise moment. Many different things popped up in my mind. Then, I closed my eyes and let the fresh air touch my face. The first thing that came to my mind was an episode of my youth, when my mom and my dad took me on a field trip to one of the beaches on mainland Ecuador. The place was not nearly as pretty as the beach where I am now, but it was very special because that was the place where I saw my first sea lion! And for a fraction of a second, there my mother was, looking at me, sitting on the beach with her eyes fixed directly on me, taking care of me as she always has, because for her, I will always be her little kid.
Then I saw the kids at the beach playing with sand and the sea lions. I started thinking that some day in the future they will be sitting on some far away beach, looking at their own children playing on the beach, but knowing that their moms are always going to be there to look after them, like they once did on a black lava beach in the Galapagos...
