Well, I had started a post to write about all the animal friends I had made thus far in Australia and it was going to be kind of interesting, and possibly cute, but then I had no internet to share the experience.
Then David's sister happened.
I probably need to explain that. It's always special to catch up with family you haven't seen in a long time, in this case 11 years and I'm counting his sister, her family, David's mum, and David's nephew. She has a resort like place that defies description. We were tickled to be here and as the reminiscing went along, one bottle turned into two, two into three, three into nine...then I'm not sure exactly how we ended up in a boat on the ocean parked at an island called Peel Island. Jumping off the front of the boat with clothes on in places where scary types of sharks have been in the recent past. Hoo-hawing and hoopla-ing until far into the next morning. Finally spending the night on the boat with the gentle rhythm of the ocean lulling us into a quieter space.
That gentle rhythm slowly began matching the ensuing pulsating pain in my head and waves of nausea in my tummy as the sunrise screeched into view. Goodness. I do apologize for missing a day here, but in fairness to me, I feel like I have no real idea how this all happened. It was a bit of a sledgehammer event that happened almost without any kind of warning.
I will say that the experience was a magical thing and I don't regret a speck of silliness, time with family, or bonding with the ocean again. For David I think his time with his family was incredibly special and a reunion long overdue. The scene I won't soon forget is the sight of his purple underwear diving off the front of the boat at midnight though. Mr Careful certainly branched out last night.
Happy Day all, in my other fair world that I love. I hope you are warm enough.