On the way home from our last meeting with Michael and Deborah, we walked back to the house on the beach, racing the sun. I had many thoughts coursing thru my head, about getting together with various Nosarians, both ex-pats and locals to do some gardening. On other occasions when we walked either to or fro via this route, the tide had been low. Lindsay and Erroll found the waves to be very entertaining to try to outrun as they zig zagged up the beach. When we reached the spot where the lava had created a blow hole at the edge of the water, we stopped and watched with amusement.
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