The sunsets at Blue Lagoons are something to plan around. Every evening, I made a ritual: stop what I’m doing, grab a drink, and walk out to the lighted pier. Watching the sun descend, casting fiery hues across the bay, I reflected, breathed, and let go of small annoyances.
One evening the moon rose full and bright. I sat mid-pier, legs dangling, and watched moonlight shimmer on water. The world felt both vast and intimate.
Meals those days were extras-light — fresh fruit, grilled veggies, and cold soup. I didn’t feel hunger for heavy fare; I just wanted to sit and breathe in the beauty.
