Notes to Me

The Southern Cross is now visible to us, I saw it during my watch on our way to Nicaragua, it was low in the sky and so easy for even me to identify. It is simply beautiful, a favorite constellation of mine. It never fails to evoke wonder in me. I remember the first time I saw the southern cross was when I went to Peru in the early nineties. I have never forgotten those beautiful star studded nights high in the Andes. My first visits to the structures of the ancients and thankfully not my last. This current trip, aboard Sailfisher has taken me to the land of the Aztecs and now the Mayans. I am truly grateful for my good fortune to be right here, right now.