Where the sea meets the sky

On the plane home, I overheard a woman explaining the horizon to her son.

“See, the horizon is where the sea meets the sky.”

We talked many times about climbing up to the lighthouse and it became a joke because we never seemed to get around to it. Multiple mornings included this dialogue:

“What do you want to do today?”

“We should climb the lighthouse.”

There were so many wonderful things going on that the daylight simply flew by. On this day, we walked the walk. It was perfect, crystal clear skies, fresh air, small seas and a southern breeze.

Foliage

Foliage

Strange Fruit

Like so many days before, we took a break for lunch at Santos. Ode to maharini pie, ginger nectar and sticky rice pudding. After the satisfying sustenance, we returned to the sea for a bit of surfing and underwater viewing with our slick new masks. There were tiny little peelers and dolphins and fish and fun. The evening was a teepee filled with friends, musical moving images courtesy of the Doors and late night letter writing.

Sine and Cosine

Sine and Cosine

And then I left. True story.

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