Last night, as my head hit the pillow, I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the quiet stillness. I could have been right where I was the night before, in our penthouse apartment in Cairns, if it wasn’t for the absence of ocean waves pounding the shore, just a few short meters from our bedroom window. Or the whir and hum of the air conditioner, which I would have continually moaned about if it didn’t keep us so deliciously cool as we slept off the heat of the day. Even now, as I close my eyes, it feels like a dream. And I wonder if I’ve walked through my own sliding door, Gwyneth Paltrow style. In one life line I am still in Cairns, stretched out on our balcony, midori and pineapple juice in one hand and a good book in the other. In this life I am simply sitting in front of my PC, both hands on the keyboard, and nothing to quench my thirst.
This was our first ‘proper’ holiday in nearly three years. You know, the kind where you don’t stay in something that can’t be attached to the back of a car, or packed in the boot. And the kind where someone else tidies up our mess, and makes our bed. And greets us poolside with a towel as we slowly surface, cool enough to have Ursula Andress and Daniel Craig wishing they looked like us. OK, truthfully, we had to dig around in our bags for our own towels, and we looked more like drowned, wrinkled rats than 007 pin-ups. But you weren’t there so I can make up anything I like. 🙂 The rest is true though, which is why there’s been nothing but the sound of crickets here for the last week, while we’ve been listing to the sound of frogs, geckos and tropical thunderstorms. Along with the whir and hum of the air conditioner.
I’m back now. Feeling refreshed, and totally amazed that I lasted one whole week without the internet. What a buzz – I can survive the day without logging on as soon as my feet hit the floor each morning. Here’s to lots more days like that.
I have me some Gregory House to watch now, which means all the photos and lists of highlights will have to wait until another post. It will come – don’t you worry. In the meantime, here’s just a couple. Don’t be too jealous.
Narrelle x