So I dug a large hole.
I dressed in a suit and lay down in it.
Manure was poured over me and I practised my meditation.
It was titled, “Homage to my Father”.
Yep.
Right at that moment, upon over-hearing this sterling conversation, I knew that my weekend escape to Byron Bay had begun, and I hadn’t even left the airport shuttle bus.
You see, my research revealed Byron Bay, a coastal town in New South Wales, was the ‘go to’ place. The spot where strange incense wafted, old and young hippies flooded the streets in a haze of happy fog, and creative, ‘arty’ types nestled, waiting for inspiration. The place where celebrities strolled in flip flops and Prada shades, women wore designer clothing and small dogs, and white bearded Santa type men dressed in pyjama pants to the beach; because ‘anything goes’ here, right?
Or, like me, you went there to simply ‘escape’ and unwind.
I was child free and meeting my friend.
I needed this.
But this is not a travel blog, nor is it sponsored, so despite the incredible and unique place that I could rave on and on to you all about, I will explain to you what it meant to me as a mother.
- I swam in the incredible sparkling bay both mornings. I walked to the beach with a hotel hand towel, keys and my sunglasses. Zip. Finito. Nada. Nothing else…no floaties, vests, sunscreen, buckets, spades, et frickin cetera!
- I enjoyed reading menus. I took my time reading menus. I selected food that I wanted. I ate my food hot, in one sitting.
- I took my time in the steaming shower, with the door shut. I washed my hair both mornings.
- I ate the marshmallows that came with my hot chocolate and didn’t even offer to share.
- My jaw ached from laughing and my throat was hoarse from talking; not screeching.
- I took an arvo nanna nap.
- I bought the ‘3 magazines for $10’ airport deal and devoured them from front to back.
- I drank way too much wine – and bloody loved it.
- I packed carry on luggage only….WHAT??!! Yes.
- I believed every giant house I saw belonged to the Hemsworth family (apparently these gorgeous peeps holiday there) and tried to look cool as I spied for hot Thor’ish like bodies.
I remembered me.
And…I liked me.
And…well…then the shuttle bus came to collect me to bring me back to the airport.
This is what I had to listen to…
mmmmmmm, darling…she’s a hair shaper…a sea stylist in fact.
She creates designer hairstyles based on her inspiration from the ocean.
It’s beautiful work darling. I’ll give you her details…..
I promise you; I cannot make this shit up!
As we hit the runway of Sydney airport, I felt more than OK about being grounded back in my world.
A Ninja Turtle, Princess Elsa and a tired looking shepherd, met me at the airport.
This was the family car trip back home to my house :
Daddy brought us to McDonalds.
She’s looking out my window!! Tell her to stop.
MUUUMMMYYY!!!! She’s doing it again.
Well you’re dis-fusting!
MUUUMMMMYYYY! She said a swear.
Did you bring us presents?
Now that; right there?
That is a conversation I understand.
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