I am in my paradise now. The whales are migrating south and they greet me every morning with there distant exhalations, breech´s and dorsal exposures that are so very beautiful and timeless to witness that I am struck thoughtless and free everytime the event takes place in the otherwise flat ocean. Flat that is except for the perfect peeling waves that shoot left and right with amazing form and grace. And in the refreshing water schools of fish ball up and jump away from unseen predators while spotted stingrays glide underfoot and ocassionally do their own breeching. Flying fish show evolution in kind and endow wonders and imaginations of the otherworldly. I am reading in my hammock and eating coconuts for breakfast, fish for dinner and fruit for lunch mixed in of course with treats of the refined sugar kind and beer, tequila, mezcal, and marijauna.
The other day I held a baby greenback turtle and then witnessed as they instinctively made their way to the breaking surf. I filmed the event but have yet to find a computer to upload the images, the last images my camera ever took before it died in the elements it claimed to be able to handle. Goodbye Olympus, you took shitty pictures and broke too soon.
I will spend christmas here in La Ticla and hope everyone is warm and cozy where they want to be. Take care, Love to all.
