The Everywhereist

I know I’ve accosted you all with photo after photo of Hayman Island and the Great Barrier Reef. I hope you’ll forgive me if I post a few more, before moving on to Sydney.

Because, damn it, the islands were just lovely and maybe, just maybe, I want to squeeze my eyes shut and pretend that we’re still there. Except that this time it’s a little more affordable, and (as long as we’re dreaming) I look fabulous in a bikini, and there’s tons of free cake and baby sea turtles for everyone! (For clarification, I do not wish to eat the sea turtles. I only wish that they were frolicking around so that we could enjoy gazing at them while eating free cake.)

1. Rand walking on the beach at Hayman Island before a storm.-
2. View from our seaplane during our tour of the reef.
   

   I realize all of these airplane photos are kind of an ad for Air Whitsunday, but you know what? They totally deserve it.

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I’ve been having a lot of trouble blogging lately. It’s something I’ve been trying to ignore – throwing up a post here and there, attempting to make them funny and light when frankly, my heart just hasn’t been in it.

I originally started this blog for Rand. Having been cursed since birth to roam the world with the memory of a goldfish, he has only vague recollections of many of our trips. Time and again he’ll start recounting a story, and I’ll have to fill in the gaps.

And holy cats, there are a lot of gaps.

“Remember that time,” he’ll say. “When we were at that place, with those people, and that thing happened? Wasn’t that just something?”

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It’s supposedly going to be sunny this weekend in Seattle (I am cautiously optimistic). I might need to take my French books outside to study. Because next week? We’re leaving for Paris.

Or maybe I’ll just prepare for that trip by preemptively eating croissants. You enjoy these links.

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David Sedaris, on the joys of having a guest bedroom and the problems that arise when your visitors know too much.

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In case you need a bit of perspective, “Here is today” gives a great visual of how the last 24 hours fit into the history of the time.

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Some days we pushed ourselves.

We’d kayak in the morning, and snorkel in the afternoon. We’d hike to the edges of the island, as far as we could safely go, and sometimes even a little farther than that.

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