Today is our last day. The memories of the Galapagos seemed to melt all together this afternoon, as we had the fanciest walk along the west shores of Puerto Egas. Old lava flows, washed by the waves, layers and layers of tuff piling over the centuries or accumulated during the few months of a sudden eruption, and incredible colors of the sea over sea. For a second, we all stood quiet, as we saw that a previous week's egg had hatched. The tiniest American oyster-catcher you could imagine was walking shyly on the sand, towards its parents, as a great reminder that there are still good things to come in these islands, which narrowly missed being stained by the oil spill. It did not notice us, it seemed too busy dealing with little lava rocks that appeared in its way. After a week like this, we were emotionally soft, with that feeling that makes you smile without knowing why, maybe the satisfaction of blending so easily with Nature, of being here.
A last comment: if we were to evolve at warp speed in the Galapagos, the picture shows a good idea of our mood this afternoon…
