It's about 7am on the Isle of Tao. Mostly, it is quiet at this time of day except for the sounds of nature which are very much alive. Chirping crickets lay the first layer of sound. In the distance, there's the clipping of jungle foilage by an unseen gardener. A rooster crows and I begin to here the vroom of a lone motorbike. Now the unusually mysterious and quick repetitive, bloop, bloop, bloop of some unknown jungle creature--possibly a bird. There are other conversations in the trees that I don't recognize and have no words to describe. Mornings are my favorite time. The air, even though still heavy with the morning dew is cooler. The sun is just beginning to rise and only seen from the other side of the island. The temperatures on average are in the high 80s with what feels like 100% humidity.Image: Our cabana at AC two resort
Wow, Bon! How poetic! Are you sure your name isn't Isabel Allende?
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