The day after layovers are usually a little harder to remember. After spending an entire day off you have more to remember, and your next day back on the river is a little bit more filled with reuniting yourself with the routine. Day 8 was like that for me, we packed up a little later, we were moving a little slower and we made our day down the river.
One of the things about life that frustrates me is how you can be in a beautiful place and not remember every single thing about it. Our mind gets used to something, it becomes the new normal, we become complacent, we stop remembering everything about it as unique. If I could pick one thing in life it would be to never stop being excited by the regular, and the routine, I am not there yet.
