The setting was absolutely unbeatable, but the energy around the table made the event truly spectacular as everyone shared their meal, their stories, and their origins with each other until the sun got low enough that conversation hushed into awe and everyone got up from the table to watch the sun sink into the water.

Watching the sun set over open water is a singular experience. It slowly swells from a pale yellow dot high above to a pink pulsing thing, slowly bleeding into its surroundings. It sinks towards the horizon so slowly for hours, until it just starts to touch the border between sea and sky. Then, like someone deep below the ocean started sucking the sky up through a boba straw, it disappears, leaving streaks of rose in its wake that eventually fade…