My whole world has been photographs since we got home.
I am still processing our pictures, but frankly the number of them overwhelms me. Some days we took almost two thousand. I’ve posted four albums of them on Facebook, but I need to edit the too many to a few for a printed album from Snapfish.
Since we got home, we count our points, we go to the gym, he goes to work, and I move the photographs around. I have not figured out how world traveler, Peter Knego, creates his wonderfully edited albums. Nor have I figured out how Kay of “Musings” picks the images that tell her travel story so well.
I offer four pictures today from Cabo San Lucas.
I had wanted to go to El Arco, the arch in the rocks at the very tip of Baja California. Then, I dreamed of spending a little time on Lovers Beach, that sandy break in the rocks. Instead of taking a tour out into the desert, we rented a small boat which took us to the rocks and the beach. Stunning stuff.
Little surf, warm water, and helpful hands to get us out and into the boat again.
As I was helped back into the boat, the sand was swept out from under my feet. Did George get a picture? No. So down I went. I was wet almost to my chin in front, and my backpack was drenched on my back. My camera was in the backpack. Even worse, the last day on the ship, I dropped it flat on it's back.
It’s in the shop, and they say it will be back in my hands this week. I am very blessed that they can repair it. Indeed.