The first light of dawn painted the ocean in hues of pale blue as I clipped on my helmet and swung my leg over the bike. The coastal path stretched ahead, lined with swaying palm trees and dotted with early-morning joggers. The air carried the salty tang of the sea, mixed with the sweet scent of blooming bougainvillea climbing over weathered wooden fences. I pushed off, the rhythm of my pedals matching the gentle roll of the waves below. As I cycled, the path curved to reveal a panoramic view of the bay. A family of pelicans soared in formation, their wings skimming the water’s surface, while a lone surfer waited for the perfect wave, his silhouette dark against the rising sun. The path wound through a grove of eucalyptus trees, their leaves releasing a minty aroma that refreshed my senses. I passed a group of retirees doing tai chi on a grassy overlook, their movements slow and deliberate, as if dancing with the wind. Near the marina, fishing boats bobbed gently in the harbor, their n...