Sunday

Awake refreshed at 6:45. Open the louvered wood blinds. What is 'everyone' looking at? Sunrise!

Pilgrim and I slip out to see it! 


Then return to room to wake Dan. Its going to be a blue sky( hot) one. 

Yoga is at 8:00- Abhiram is teaching. He is Sound Space  It stretches my strength and wipes me out! 


We shower and go to breakfast at the Hotel. I have a yogurt buffet with fruit croissants for 9.00. We pack and change for an extra hour outdoors.

Check out get a new rental car contract. Drive to Hanalei. Listen to the McMasters slack key concert. Sigh so much love!!



Then s short grocery shop.

Check in turn on oven for pesto margarita mozzarella pizza. Pinot Grigio:) kauai salad greens. 




Palm trees and whales.

We atched the last episode of Victoria and nibbled guave mac nut cookies and papaya!

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