Morning at Dalvay by the Sea

Last night we had dinner in Charlottetown at a little Italian Bistro.  The chicken curry (at Italian?) was exactly what I had been hoping for.  We have scouted desperately for some Indian fare, but no go.  It seems that the Islanders aren't even sure what Indian food is!!

So, last night, we drove home to the Dalvay (20 minutes from Charlottetown) around curves and over hills of strange darkness.  We made it safe and the luxurious bed at the Dalvay provided with the best sleep yet.  There is no air conditioning here, but strong drafts of cool air gushed through the open windows and kept me company in my dreams.  I awoke with the sun, along with an attendant consciousness that the morning here  is truly a time of spiritual rebirth.  Evenings are lovely here, the supernatural sunsets, etc, but the mornings, at least at the Dalvay, seems to place one in a vortex of spirtual awakening that is very sweet.

Time for coffee at the Dalvay!

Sunset on Cavendish Beach.