Breakfast at High Tide

Taking one's breakfast at the edge of the sea is extremely exhilarating.  How exhilirating it would eventually be I had no idea. 

The wait person informed me that the tide was unusually high this morning.  I wasn't surprised to hear this as I had been awakened by the thunderous sound of waves crashing against the sea wall. 

I knew what was coming about 3 seconds before it arrived, a monstrous rogue wave curling menacingly toward me. I am not a mariner by trade, but even I knew this wave could not be outrun. I had just enough time to pick up my phone to photograph my unexpected 8 a.m. shower. 

Soaked to the skin, the extremely apologetic wait staff moved me to a table much further inland, replaced my fruit plate, and brought me a towel. As you can see, breakfast turned out deliciously well in the end and I learned that breakfast in the ocean is even more exciting than breakfast beside it. 







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