Just for the record I did not make my perfect blueberry muffins during my perfect beach weekend because I was too busy scampering around half asleep trying to stuff things into my bag at 8 on a Saturday morning. As shocking as it may sound, yes, I have been quite the early bird since I have been here in Brisbane and all for good reason. Mainly because… THERE ARE THINGS TO DO OVER HERE.
But seriously, my motto since I have been here is to do things I would other wise never do in the course of my hum drum ordinary life. I even bought myself an expensive Pandora bracelet to remind me of my motto. (Don’t even ask.)
But since then I have climbed mountains and subsequent lofty hills,
attempted to surf (and failed) but couldn’t resist a silly picture anyway,
made a sandcastle,
went to my first live concert in Byron Bay on my first road trip,
walked on a dog beach conquering my fear of dogs (with a friend to protect me of course, just in case),
If you must know, I did an embarrassing roll from the sea bed to the shore after being smacked in the face by a wave (in my defense, it was a strong and huge wave) right where the couple are walking by and needless to say my friend enjoyed it very much. And no I do not have a picture.
I also kayaked in the vast Pacific ocean in search of dolphins and whales, which went perfectly fine all the way till somewhere in the middle after about 3 hours in the ocean..
things went a little pear shaped… (that’s me elegantly falling into the sea by the way)
and last but not least I baked a perfect blueberry muffin. 🙂
And here it is.