The beach at Fisterra is a place to share with lived ones. I wished my husband had been there with me.
But I'll be home on Friday, so it wasn't the end of the world that he wasn't at the end of the world with me!
South America is really big and I have never been there. I am leaving the safety of my teaching job to explore 5 spanish-speaking countries and to walk in the footsteps of Charles Darwin on the Galapagos Islands. I am hoping that neither the perilous altitudes of Ecuador, the ravenous midges in the Peruvian rainforest or the crazy Bolivian bus drivers will kill me... I will doubtless meet other people on the edge of sanity who feel the need to wander away from safety. I hope we can be friends.
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...but what if the world ends tomorrow? Then it would be the end of the world if I wasn't at the end of the world, with you, at the end of the world!!
Andrew (about 1,500 miles from the end of the world).
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