Dolphins must be my favorite creature. I wish I’d had the camera handy this evening when Michael hailed me, but I didn’t want to stop watching long enough to go below to get it. I don’t know how many swam here, how many were in the pod, but it was dinner time beneath the Magote waters off La Paz.
They arched and dove within feet of the boat, then slipped below to surface on the other side. Some danced out of the water, some surfaced in threes as if choreographed, their movements synchronized: rise, arch, dip again, flip the tail en route.
They’ve supped their way past us now. But, oh, the beauty they bring to an already beautiful spot.
