i was convinced that after our captain decided to cancel our port of call at the falkland islands because the seas were too rough to dock, that the world, as we knew it, was over. you couldn't take all the ice of antarctica to make me enough margaritas to feel better. a couple hours of off-roading with a local guide to eventually hit a white sand beach where we would meet three different kinds of penguins, dozens of birds, and sea lions. i don't think i was unreasonable in my belief that the end of the world may as well have followed the cancellation of port stanley. wouldn't you know it though, while my brother and i hammered out our frustrations against each other on the ping pong table, our aunt went straight to the shore excursions desk to book up three of the last five spaces available on the only other penguin tour this season. unless we were going to fly from punta arenas, to antarctica, to spend the winter huddled with the penguins. which i had no problem with, but apparently it's still pretty expensive, and kind of cold.
we've all hit that point somewhere in a day where your cheeks become physically sore and it's the most painful thing in the world to keep laughing and smiling, and if you've never experienced that in your life, well... i'm really sorry, and you should probably come hang out with me more. i can't begin to describe how amazing this was. it's a lot like watching the northern lights. you just sort of... stand there, admire them, and laugh because you don't really know what to say. but i can tell you that i've mastered the sounds magellanic penguins make. and i can also tell you that this day started off with my brother throwing a pillow at me at six in the morning to get me up for the sunrise. it was the best sunrise i've ever seen in my life. followed by one of the best days i've ever had in my life. and now, it's one of my favourite blog posts. enjoy, friends.