Where giggles echo at night

Yesterday kicked off with an M-150 with Dustin—Thailand’s version of a Red Bull. Efficient. Powerful. Slightly unhinged.

Then I went for a morning jog with my girl. We were happily paraded by dogs coming from every alley and walkway, dipping in and out of Sloane’s and my run like they were pacing us. It kept things entertaining and helped distract us from the unrelenting morning heat. Thankfully, we veered onto quiet residential roads, shaded by massive jungle trees—absolute relief.

After cleaning up, we smashed a quick bite and hopped into Brain’s Jeep. Yes—Brain. Not Brian. Such a kind human. He took us to spots I’m pretty sure we never would’ve found on our own.

One stop was the island’s oldest tree. We touched her, watched locals bring offerings, pray, and wrap their arms around her. It was gentle and beautiful and grounding in a way that’s hard to explain.

Dustin and Sloane went snorkeling, we sipped fancy drinks on sky-high patios, crushed some unreal local Thai food, then wandered out again for late-night eats after showers.

Time with the fam has been so, so good. I love hearing the girls giggling in their room at night while I tuck into my husband’s arm.

Life is good.Læs mere