A year ago today we were in the Galapagos, stuck in a cafe on the island of Santa Cruz, marooned by a monsoon.
A year on and we’re back home, stuck in the house, having been assailed by hail, shaken from reverie by white noisy stones clattering onto the skylights.
How on earth did we get to be one year behind with our blog?
We definitely had the best of intentions of keeping our story up to date. We certainly wanted to let people know what we were up to as we went along, to record some small hint of our adventure, and to give ourselves something to look back on when our memories were blurring round the edges, after we’d returned to our old lives, to work, to school, to routine, to everyday normality.
Well, we’ve returned to all that, and have never got round to finishing the tale of our travels. Until now.
As I sit watching a robin glide down onto the bird table outside, I’m thinking back to the Galapagos, to the Blue-Footed Boobies and Magnificent Frigatebirds, and thinking, I really must update our story, to try to capture at least an idea of the rest of our trip, a blog to jog the memory, to run through our journey from Colombia to Argentina and home.
And so with renewed best intentions, we’re picking up where we left off, and trying to fill in the blanks from Colombia to home, starting with the Galapagos. It might be a bit confusing as it’s so out of date but hey ho, better late than never…