Bartolome Island
If we have to choose one place in the Galápagos Islands that would flawlessly describe the geology of the archipelago, it would be Bartolomé Island. As many of us described it, this island is like an open book for the geology of the Galápagos. Spatter cones surrounded us everywhere, lava flows and partially collapsed lava tubes revealed the inner souls of these formations. We could imagine that the delicate designs in the volcanic dust were their footprints, all they left behind. If I have to use a word to describe the feeling of being here, I would describe it as possession. In some way I think this island claims ownership over you, once you have visited them. After you leave, memories of endless adventures keep visiting your mind, creating a healthy obsession that might last forever. We can only imagine the formation of these islands millions of years ago, but being present and walking on Bartolomé makes it easy for your imagination to play out images that you never even thought could be stored in your mind.
Galápagos is not a common place, it is enchanted and can become an obsession. Achieving the dream of coming here won’t necessarily end that obsession, but could rather reinforce it. The living dream that we are finishing today can only be replaced by the idea of adventuring new places, starting new dreams.
Our day ended with a natural mark in the sky, a rainbow. It began clearly on one side, but it didn’t have an end on the other. I took it as a sign, a sign that is telling me that my dream hasn’t ended yet, and it is as colorful as the colors in the rainbow itself.
If we have to choose one place in the Galápagos Islands that would flawlessly describe the geology of the archipelago, it would be Bartolomé Island. As many of us described it, this island is like an open book for the geology of the Galápagos. Spatter cones surrounded us everywhere, lava flows and partially collapsed lava tubes revealed the inner souls of these formations. We could imagine that the delicate designs in the volcanic dust were their footprints, all they left behind. If I have to use a word to describe the feeling of being here, I would describe it as possession. In some way I think this island claims ownership over you, once you have visited them. After you leave, memories of endless adventures keep visiting your mind, creating a healthy obsession that might last forever. We can only imagine the formation of these islands millions of years ago, but being present and walking on Bartolomé makes it easy for your imagination to play out images that you never even thought could be stored in your mind.
Galápagos is not a common place, it is enchanted and can become an obsession. Achieving the dream of coming here won’t necessarily end that obsession, but could rather reinforce it. The living dream that we are finishing today can only be replaced by the idea of adventuring new places, starting new dreams.
Our day ended with a natural mark in the sky, a rainbow. It began clearly on one side, but it didn’t have an end on the other. I took it as a sign, a sign that is telling me that my dream hasn’t ended yet, and it is as colorful as the colors in the rainbow itself.
