“You know what’s crazy?”

Ryan looks up from his bowl of noodles. We’re sitting on our back porch, enjoying an unseasonably cool summer evening and some languid conversation over homemade Udon.

“What’s crazy?” he asks.

“I could be in the middle of the South Atlantic right now,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. “Think of all the things we’ve done in the past month – none of it would have happened if I had gone on that expedition.”

Ryan twirls the thick noodles around his chopsticks and nods in agreement.

“Yeah, that was a good call.”