One of the best things about Isabela Island is how little there is to do. It forces you to slow down and deeply relax. After the hikes and day trips were done, dinner devoured, all you can do is watch the show at sundown.
Blissfully awful wifi, I actually went to sleep at nightfall and woke up rested at sunrise. It was hard to adjust. At first I wasn’t sure how I felt about how small the island was – even though it is the biggest in the archipelago. I have a craving to do everything and never stop moving. You can’t do too many things on your own (without a naturalist guide), so I scoured the map to make sure I left no stone unturned. I observed every mural.
Every sculpture.
Absorbed any form of art, man made and natural. You know, enjoy the little things. On my radar was a sole body of water, labeled on Maps.Me as Laguna Salinas.
Something small to be treasured. No one was there except an ancient grandma walking her toddling grandson, the flamingos, and yellow warblers.
Truly beautiful, quiet, I was contented by something so small. Seeing all the details, slowly, not rushing to the next destination. Isabela refused my normal tendencies with her one main street, short and sandy. The sleepy slow pace became refreshing. The memories I made on Isabela became my most treasured of the Galapagos.