We left Koh Samui on Monday, so it’s been a few days since we left that lifestyle of waking up and throwing on our swimsuit, but here’s a glimpse of how wonderful and hilarious those days were:
Goodnight, all!
Connie
We left Koh Samui on Monday, so it’s been a few days since we left that lifestyle of waking up and throwing on our swimsuit, but here’s a glimpse of how wonderful and hilarious those days were:
Goodnight, all!
Connie
This morning, the next-to-last morning in Koh Samui, we woke up and by mutual unspoken agreement, we brushed our teeth, put on contacts, and trotted out with our e-readers to the restaurant by the beach, which is just a hundred feet away, for our breakfast (Steve’s opinion) or lunch (my opinion).
It is gorgeous every morning, in a delicate way. The sun has not yet warmed to its peak, and so the air is light and breezy. The tide is high so that each crashing wave (the water is far more turbulent here than on Koh Phangan) swirls around the bottom of the stone steps that lead up to the restaurant. The long swing that is tied to the tallest palm tree swings over the sea as well as the sand, and yesterday, we spent a while jumping at the apex of the swing into the sea. It was only about three feet deep at that point, and Steve teasingly told me that I looked ungraceful crashing into the water, and then diving forward.