I’ve decided that while I am here I am going to try and switch my sleeping and waking habits; I’m going to go to bed by 10pm and wake up at 6am. I want to catch the first rays of sun everyday that I am here so it seems like the opportune time to change my pattern.
But I had a terrible nights sleep. The open architecture of the place means I heard every single noise in the night. I know something was on my roof because I could hear it eating it.
Well, that’s what it sounded like. I’ve grown up with gecko’s so I know what they sound like and there was no short supply. And every so often I heard the unmistakable high pitched sound of a mosquito searching for a place to land on me. I had applied mosquito wipes before I went to bed, and draped the mosquito net around the amazing bed so I think I was covered. But you never know. At one point it started pouring and I wondered if the roofing was as open as the rest of the place. It wasn’t and I was kept dry. This was a welcome sound in the night.
This morning I took my laptop and headed down to a rock on my beach to type and watch. I watched some people row by, I watched crabs dart out of their holes close by, and watched the sun splash itself all over the jagged peaks across the bay. Other than the tiny sand flies (or whatever they are) fighting to get a piece of me, I’m completely enjoying myself. This is the way God intended mornings to be enjoyed. I have a feeling so few ever get the opportunity to experience this.