Out here in the Cayos Holandes, one day blends into the other. It’s got that strange serenity, that whole time slowed down like taffy sort of feel to it, the repition of coffee drinking and reading and fiddling with boat projects. And then when the sun is high, we explore one of the many, many snorkeling spots - watching a spotted eagle ray glide by with an entourage of smaller fish or looking at the tiniest neon pink anenome waving gently in the current - or finding a wrecked boat in the reefs or wandering around on one of the islands, ending the day with some keel scraping and always a couple of hours of hiding from the afternoon storms.
Each day has the same components and the same basic structure, and we just can’t seem to fill up them up, as though we have an extra two or three hours to play with. We haven’t even worn shoes in seven days. Es tranquilo, without a doubt, and I’ll be sad when we finally run out of food and have to head back to Nargana. I knew I should have packed in more potatoes.