Farewell Thailand

What a great time we've had living on the beach.  It started out with anxiety about our bungalow.  We complained about the hordes of Russians who took up valuable space on the beach, smoked endless cigarettes, and let their kids run wild and ruin the atmosphere.  Then there was the wind that for a couple of weeks wore you out with it's constant power.  Later it was the glass on the beach that we collected but never seemed to be troubled by when we walked bare footed every night to the restaurants.   Slowly, a pleasurable change took place.  We mellowed out.  We started to enjoy the morning view with our coffee that was never hot enough.  We stopped caring about the Russians, and they started to go home.  We learned to be patient when ordering food because it took forever to get but it didn't matter because we were sitting on the beach and the air was sweet.  We just stopped complaining.  We started appreciating.  That was the gift.