Sometimes you write thoughts and memories in a blog, and something goes wonky while the last photograph is uploading, and you notice that everything has deleted itself when you try again. Well, thoughts, enjoy the ethersphere you have returned to.
We discovered many wonders when we kayaked around the lake that surrounds Flores: the ghost boat resting on the tuft of grass island, the mirador building sunk partially in the lake, the long-abandoned hostel with trails of ants and more ghosts, the animal rescue\rehabilitation\sanctuary that we thought was abandoned but was really lively, the island zoo, and the museum of Mayan archeology.
I remember when I wrote this the first time, I was watching tadpoles make tadpole roads and clump in tadpole towns because frogs had discovered the place where the lake licked over the barrier. I think it was because of rain because the lake has lowered a bit, and I hope those tadpoles grow more froggish before it’s too late. The tiny fish that got in might need extra help.. oh, I deleted the tadpole road photo. It gets to live on only as a photo in my mind.
The Ghost Spots