I can’t shake this part of myself – this yearning desire, this need, for a personal connection with the outdoors. And as my little one grows up, I feel opportunity returning. Which is why it’s so hard when things fall through.
Last night when Paul and I took our late-afternoon bike ride with Maya here on Fakarava, we played a game exchanging our favourite memories from our trip so far. We had no shortage of snapshots to share, from moments that made our hearts soar to inside jokes that still make us laugh out loud. It was a good way to counter our recent frustrations – a soothing remedy for feeling a bit cursed on this trip.
Because sometimes it feels like we’re being punished for ever dreaming it up in the first place.