Was about trusting what your senses won't get you is ultimately how you'll see, touch, taste, hear and smell the most. I'm all over that.
Tomorrow morning, we leave for our biggie trip to the Galapagos. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to go there. I'm alternating between panic, stress, and complete elation. And I'm preparing myself for the complete immersion in the wonder and beauty of Nature and all of Her creation. And then the tears start. Because I'm a total dork, and I can't believe how lucky I am. (Now, if I can just get under the 30 pound luggage weight limit, I will have achieved prana. Seriously. When I go away for a weekend, I take 30 pounds of shoes. Want to guess what's causing me the most stress?)
So, we go Out of Pocket for a while. Adjust the flaps, and lose the maps. Oh, and I'm totally piercing the Barnacle's ear when we cross the equator; a Merchant Marine, he's not. However. We've got to honor our nautical heritage. So I'll remember to think about PA when I'm sitting out on deck and looking at the Southern Cross. I'll make a wish for all of you.
Giddy-Up.
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