In the Galapagos, iguanas smile and pose for the camera. ©John T. Andrews
Now, about the middle of January, is the time when I start to dream about the places I’d like to visit. The snow and cold have gotten a good foothold here in the Midwest, the frantic rush of the holidays is over, and there’s an urge to fill the hole the exciting time of December has left with the “next thing to look forward to.”
Contrary to a lot of my fellow Midwesterners, however, I begin to think of far-off destinations in the colder regions: Alaska, Antarctica, Greenland, and Iceland. That could be because my body temperature is already set for the northern climes; I’m comfortable in boots and parkas. And, besides, I tell myself, I already have the proper clothing.
So when I had the opportunity to travel to the Galapagos Islands earlier this year, I was excited — but not quite convinced it was a place I would have chosen if I could have picked a spot anywhere in the world.
It turned out, however, that the location chosen for me couldn’t have been more apt or meaningful. Continue reading →
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