Whistling in the dark

So last night’s dinner was one for the books.  We walked down a few flights of steps to a dining area inside of the lava tunnel we visited the day before.  Here’s Cas, sitting at a table in the inexplicably spooky, dark underground space.  

It was totally different.  They served five courses, all paired with beers or wines that matched well with the food, and every single thing was spectacular. 

The one thing nobody saw coming was James, whistling in the dark.  I know that expression doesn’t exactly fit- it usually means to face a fear- but June’s very tall son James whistles in perfect pitch. He whistled out a spot-on “I dreamed a dream,” followed by “What a wonderful world.” 

It was one of the most remarkable things I’ve heard in a while. I can barely whistle a few notes, but this kid can really make music.  Cas took a bit of video, so check out the photo album if you want to hear some of it. 

We’re off to Quito in a few.  I’m writing from the airport, about to leave the beautiful Galápagos Islands. 

See you back on the mainland! 

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