loving the new place

We have no Internet yet so this'll be quick since I hate typing on George's iPhone. I awaken this morning, surrounded by ugly curtains, no clock around, so I go to our balcony to have a look. A few moments passed sunrise, the air is cool, the sky is blue, and the sun is still low, orange, and casting a fantastic glow on the water. Below me, restaurant workers are washing and chopping, while joggers take their morning runs along Gurney. I try to convince George to get up and see the sunrise, but he's too groggy. I go to the living room, open some curtains, lay on the couch, look out at the sea, and say to myself for the second time, "I could get used to this."