At the risk of making all the Aussies extremo jelly as they battle the throes of winter (especially delightful here down south), I confess that I have recently returned from a tropical holiday with Sparky, the Offspring and Sparky's bestie and his lovely family.
Nigh on two weeks of sun, sand, surf, snorkeling and COCKTAILS!
My liver may currently hate me, but we had an awesome, awesome time.
Sadly, not one book was read. I had Magic Mike ready to watch on the iPad and did not even manage to hover a finger over the play button.
While these things usually equal pure relaxation for me, I was happy to trade it for warmth, fun and good times with some of our favourite people. And we SLOWED DOWN.
We found the people of Fiji to be relaxed to the point of being virtually comatose. I think their easy vibe went a long way to forcing some people (Not mentioning any names. Emmeline.) to CHILLAX!
In fact, so relaxed was I, that I was only vaguely concerned when we saw this:
|On second thoughts, just try not to drown...|
Happily, we have returned with all members of the family accounted for, and even with a little dose of Fiji Belly by which to remember our Tropical Holiday fondly. I am also three containers of hotel shampoo and two bottle openers richer. Happy days!
Vinaka vakalevu, Fiji!
We have a few more days of school holidays here, so I'm off to find a quiet spot for myself and Magic Mike to get acquainted. Hopefully the offspring won't notice that I'm hiding from them for at least ninety minutes. I will by distracted by nothing short of something that requires an ambulance.