And when I say recovering, I mean regretting the break is over.
It is super hot and sunny, here in Adelaide Australia.
I am brown, slighly peeling on one shoulder, and loving the new year already.
Want to know what were in those three huge packages?? Strangely enough, there was a rumour going about town that they were all books. The rumour even made its way to Sydney - everyone was asking about the books.
Well, before too much time passes, I want to update you on something else first.
A little over one year ago on the 16th of December, I was married for eternity to this dude.
Check out the photos here.
After a week or so in Fiji, we returned to spend Christmas with his family in Sydney. There was no room for us in the house-turned inn, so we slept in a stable. I mean tent.
One year later, the husband and I decided to keep the tradition going.
We slept in a tent once more, this time for our first wedding anniversary.
We travelled down the Fleurieu Pennisula to a small town called Normanville.
To get there, we drove down the coast, taking in all the beautiful Australian scenery of beaches, old houses, and lots of sheep.
We also drove on the worlds-only one-way freeway. That's right, my very own city has the only one-way freeway.
What an accomplishment.
Have a look.
The arrows tell us the expressway is open in our direction.
See the signs? They are back-to-back signs, so all may read no matter what direction traffic is flowing.
Handy .. and yet, odd.
FYI: I hear there are plans to make it two-way in the future.
We continued our drive down the coast.
We sang out loud a lot.
The drive really didn't take that long. I grew up in Sydney, so any drive in Adelaide, through Adelaide or out of Adelaide doesn't seem that long. Because it isn't.
We arrived at Normanville, checked out the beach and local shops, then headed to our camping site near by to set up.
It took us no time to put up our tent. A 6-man tent, although I don't know how six men could fit in there with our queen size air mattress. The husband set up the technology, almost immediately, so we could watch movies and charge our phones throughout the night. We then walked around the extremely secluded caravan/camping park, making our way to the beach. It was quite windy.
It was so windy, in fact, that we ended up shifting the tent again, and tying it to a near by tree. The sides kept bending over in the wind, but the tree branches helped.
I had hoped to research some classy places for dinner prior to our getaway, but alas, the Internet did not help. I only found the menu to a cafe in the local area. It made me - the carefully planned and controlling one - a little worried that we wouldn't find anything other than local burger or fish and chip places.
I demanded class, but could do nothing and had to hope we'd find something nice.
Being spontaneous (= unprepared) has never been my strong point.
After some driving and GPS advice, we ended up going to the cafe I had seen on the Internet. I had printed their menus (of course) and it looked .. promising.
Well, dear readers, we stumbled upon the best meal we have ever had, perhaps bar one. Seriously.
As I ate my beautiful salmon with mash and salsa, and the husband ate his chicken, cous cous and pumpkin salad, we were amazed and the quality (and quantity). We ended up listing all our favourite food places in Adelaide, and this new found place almost topped the list.
(Number one goes to a place we could never afford without coupons).
We retired to our tent, and watched the Simpsons on the handy laptop. It was super windy. The tent kept bending over. I kept going in and out of sleep, thinking I could see shadows around our tent and that we were about to die.
I awoke to find my hair = a rats nest. Do rats have nests? We then showered and dressed for the day .. in time for it to start raining. So off we went, all packed up again and off to explore southern South Australia.
We made it to Cape Jervis, where you can catch the ferry over to Kangaroo Island. Then drove back again. We loved the driving, and ended up looking a beach-front properties along the way back home. You know, in case we make it rich.
And then ... just as you thought the mini anniversary trip was over, we decided to be completely spontaneous, and ran onto a secluded beach in the rain. We frolicked. We giggled. We got totally soaked.
Best decision ever.
Then .. it was back home, in time to shower and dress for the ward Christmas party, to direct the little people in a nativity play.
As the hubby said: One down, 50 billion to go.