For as long as I live I think I will remember a particular day on the Island of Ometepe.  Sydney and I arrived the day before at the double volcano paradise after a beautiful hour and half boat ride, like moving slowly through a perspective drawing, the monsters getting larger.
  At about three in the afternoon, it was pleasant in the middle of the lake on this island, the two of us in this woman's truck for fifteen dollars she took us to our hostel. She told us she was married to a man who didn't live on the island which was probably better because the hostel was owned by her very own or I guess one of her very own, actually it probable wasn't her own, affair.  A few smooches and six dollars later we had two hammocks.
That night the sunset was amazing, I have pictures...of how surreal it was to be so far from anything I had known, so inside life, so inside the moment of what it was to be a human, to live and breathe, surrounded by water, jungle birds and animals communicating, volcanoes breathing, soil rich, humid and lush.
The next day after we had breakfast, we left our hostel.  As if the lake was in a snow globe and we were on an island in the middle of the lake, I felt safe to be there in the middle of our bubble, the clouds in transit over head so much more our clouds than just clouds in the sky.
  We decided we wanted to go to Finca Magdalena.  It was one of the last stops before you actually just started your hike over the larger volcano.
Our walk was what this blog is about....one of those days that was just nirvana.  We carried only two backpacks, one with mostly a camera.  And we walked...maybe even strolled along...coming across an overturned wooden dingy, a small laundry stone.....eventually walking past a handsome man with is horses, a few vultures among some dead fish.....and it was really the air...the drizzle from the calm clouds as we walked along the monochrome beach, pinks and greys all breathing...and there was something about being out there with you...
that we were there....and it was us together fronting whatever was put in front of us....breathing, it was about us breathing together, that you were there with me and I was there with you.  We walked eventually past the beach into the jungle onto a road, we hiked with simplicity, we were there with our destination, free to challenge, participating in it, knowing whatever it was, was somewhere up ahead.
It is this day that I vow to find again......I WILL find this day again......