I am a happy woman when my pockets are heavy with shells or rocks or sticks. Today, while I waited for a ferry to Magdalena Island, I filled my pocket with beach glass. White and green. Glass tumbled in the sea.
We boarded the ferry to head through the Strait of Magellan for the 2 hour trip to the island, finding a place on the floor of the deck outside to sit and watch the waterscape. For a short way, two dolphins swam alongside the boat.
There were thousands of penguins on the island. On the rocks by the beach. On the grass. In their burrows (who knew they burrowed like gophers?). With their fluffy gray youngsters. Swimming in the water. Always looking like with one wrong step, they will tumble over.
It’s not a good idea to touch them because they can bite, but they turn their heads back and forth, sort of like dogs do when they’re trying to listen. So, if you look one in the eye, and tilt your head left and right, the penguin will swivel and twist his neck in the opposite direction. When things are going well, you can both be tilting back and forth for a while, until one of you gets tired.
It got dark around 10:45 tonight. Tomorrow we go on a tour to a fort, but what I’m really looking forward to later in the day is a trip to the cemetery.