It's sunrise at Cape Horn.
We're at the north edge of the Drake Passage, the strait between South America and Antarctica. It's the place where the southwestern part of the Atlantic Ocean meets the southeastern part of the Pacific Ocean. I'm up before 6:00 a.m. I don't have a selfie to share, though a few exist. I jumped into the clothes I put out the night before, combed my wild-looking hair and plunked on a hat. I was not missing a minute of Cape Horn. I loved Geography in elementary school, though so much that I was taught has slipped into the back recess of my mind. This trip, however, brought it all back.
The sun has risen -- happily it's a clear day -- and you can see the very faint tint of pink in the sky. It's also a very calm day at sea. I was warned by everyone I know who had sailed the Drake Passage, that I needed to get set for rough waters. This was one of the reasons I chose to make the trip in a very large cruise ship. But the strait that is known for being especially hazardous to sailors for centuries -- strong waves, currents, winds and icebergs -- was calm the day I sailed it. It was part of the Clipper Route, where clipper ships sailed with cargo around the world.
I'm settling back into my routine at home. I've missed my yoga classes and gym sessions because of my broken shoulder. Happily, though the bone has healed and my doctor has cleared me to return to yoga. I also start physical therapy the week after next. I'm not especially looking forward to it, but I know it's necessary to get back my range of motion and strength in my arm.
As ever, thanks for visiting and take good care!