I dreamed last night of going on photo safari with my sweetheart along assorted ancient trails and some canoeing. (is it still a safari, if you’re in south America, and not Africa? an expedition and a vacation away from the city, regardless.) More exploratory than adventurous, we seemed to hike on an on, smiling and enjoying the getaway of it all. I distinctly remember wearing my camping gear..hiking boots instead of my usual birks, a backpack and ball-cap. (I don’t recall the rest of the outfit, but it was comfortable.) She was wearing dark greens and had her hair up, in comfy mode, yet still amazingly beautiful.

So much lush green, a footpath… I think we were going to see some ruins too, but I don’t think we made it there, too busy watching all the animals and nature…it’s funny, but I distinctly remember seeing guinea pigs in the jungle. That can’t be right. little *meep meep* guys hanging out with crocodiles and strange native tribesmen… somehow it doesn’t jibe. I wonder what small furry critter is at the bottom of the mammal food chain there? Rats? Other seeming non-sequiturs were turtles and piranha in the river living together… maybe that’s true, or perhaps my dream-mind assumed they wouldn’t like his tough shell. either way, on the canoe trip a lovely green box turtle was swimming alongside us.