So honestly, i didn't sleep well at all. Its probably closer to say that i didn't sleep at all. But imagine how that memory fades when you unzip your tent flap in the morning to this:
And then go for a walk on an empty beach at first light, with not a soul in sight.
Nearly everyone else slept in, but it was nice to just breathe in the salty morning air and have time alone to think and pray. There was no shortage of things to thank God for. There never is.
