Part one of two mini holidays this month. Sitting in a tent, up in the midst of the overgrown slopes a coffee plantation, waking up to the view of the mistiest lake I’ve seen in forever.
The story about how and why I’m here is the stuff of another post that I may or may not get down to telling. But I’ve had the funnest set of beginnings if days and mornings I’ve had in quite a while now.
Can’t wait for part two which will be spent amidst rolling slopes of tea.
Not too shabby an end to 2017, I think.
Same time, last year: Day 358: Home is where the yellow roses are