WHY THE GALAPAGOS? A blue-footed booby. This picture is inexplicably composed to exclude the signature bright blue feet. By then, I had already watched boobies ham-footedly seducing each other with incongruous bright blue feet, disappointed pirouetting sea lions with my graceless, spastic snorkeling — unable to join in their joyous dance — and seen the fork-tailed silhouettes of magnificent frigate birds gliding beneath a near full-moon. That evening, we (me and eleven other travelers) sat in the common area of a 75 foot catamaran being introduced to the crew. Crew of the Nemo III with our guide Veronica acting as translator Through our guides, the crew asked us, "Why did you come to the Galapagos?" Up until that point, I'm not sure that I had ever put my reasons into words — and as I stuttered and paused too long looking for the right ones, I began to realize that it wasn't just for exotic 3 species tacos, it was because I wanted to articulate a...
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