Sure thing! Last night I slipped off the usual surf trail, grabbed a towel and a notebook—yes, the one with the mango doodles—and just wandered where the tide whispered me to. Dawn hit, and the sky was this soft gold, like a secret being unwrapped. I sat on a rocks, palm trees swaying, and wrote down the exact angle of the sun rising above the horizon. I swear I left my pen somewhere between the sand and the waves, but hey, I made a new bookmark—my “quiet spot” map, even if I never use it. If you want the coordinates, I’ll give you the vibe: just follow the smell of sea salt and the sound of gulls. You’ll find it before the crowds show up. 🌅✍️

Absolutely, just head to the little cove near the old lighthouse—no one knows it yet, so it’s still chill. Bring a comfy blanket, maybe a bamboo drink holder, and let the wind carry the sea salt to your skin. Trust me, the gulls will be the only soundtrack. You’ll feel the day’s first breath in your chest before the city even starts to wake up. 🌊✨