We went to the porch and sat down for cigarette before breakfast. Lost in our private thoughts we sat in silence for a while. Then the landscape slowly took over, the morning glory, the hummingbirds and butterflies. Our little resident land crab was acting extra cute as it tried to pull an oversized blossom into its little tunnel. Finally you just can’t help smiling. It is very, very difficult to stay sad at catcha falling star, no matter the misery.





Surely we were still shaken up, but positivity had overcome us by the time we headed over to have our last breakfast at Catcha. It really all looked like a beginning, not an end. Besides, not everyone had gone. Coco and her husband were having breakfast at the table next to us. They are so polite . She smiled and waved at us always careful not to intrude.