My, oh, my. What a week (or two).
I’m up at 1am Hawaiin time writing in the pitch black. I am surrounded by a houseful of people and their babes fast asleep, all except me – eyes wide open. My first taste of the jetlag that is not the drowsy variety. A pretty good run until now, considering we’ve been in a number of timezones and had lots of very long, sleepless flights. But you know what it is? Tomorrow one of my closest friends, Brad, is marrying his true love, Alex, under the palm trees and I am all jazzed up on love and happy. It feels like Christmas Eve (I could never sleep on Christmas Eve…)
I’m very glad to be here considering our flight cancellations due to a volcanic ash cloud hovering ominously above Australia. We had an unexpected overnight stay in Melbourne, a long wait at the airport, a rushed transfer from Sydney domestic to Sydney international, another of those lovely long flights avec child and then we were here. A day late, smelly, hot and worn through. But…here!
The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind and I have so much to write about – launching The Colour of Tea, making and eating macarons, reading at the wonderful Wheeler Centre in Melbourne, catching up with family and friends… But I’ll save that for another time. Like, when there is a light on.
For now I hope you enjoy the photos I took this afternoon at Alex’s ‘hen’s day’ – high tea with a warm, ocean-scented breeze and cold glasses of bubbles. Lovely.