A few hours ago I woke up to take Erik to the airport. Although I greatly enjoy mornings, I am by no means a morning person. I struggled walking to the car and had to rub my eyes several times before I found that tail lights were no longer blurred. Once we said our goodbyes I finally felt awake. I then decided to drive myself down to the beach and watch the sunrise, something I rarely do. Truth is, the last time I watched the sunrise with intention was in Belize, before that, Cancun, and before that I was in the middle of the Caribbean. While on the other side of Mexico time change gave me the ability to wake up with the sun. In each location the sunrise on the water always felt the same: calm seas, warm salted air and some distant storm working its way towards the coast. Today I discovered that Manhattan Beach was no different. It may be a coast where the sun rises behind the mountains, where the water is an ocean instead of a sea, and where the climate is arid rather than humid, but despite its differences the sunrise was unchanged. And then deja-vu hit. Whenever I travel at some point I get a familiar sense that the world is really small and just not that different across its varied regions. I guess it doesn't take several fearful flights for me to reach this moment of enlightenment, just an empty beach, a slight state of delirium, and of course a large coffee. Hope you all have a fantastic day!