went up to Mart's parent's place at sanctuary point over the weekend.

The road trip got off to a rather rocky start due to the St Patrick day's traffic. It seemed as if everyone was hitting the pubs for a green guiness except for the both of us. Traffic into the city was absolutely horrendous and we were starving and getting a little cranky. Not so much at each other but moods were slightly grumpy...

we finally gave up in the city and headed east towards kingsford (chinese populated suburb) in the hopes that the chinese people there were not as keen on celebrating St Pat's as the rest of the sydneysiders...

after filling our tummies at the first empty looking chinese restaurant we found, we both agreed we were in better spirits and gave each other a reassuring hug and officially began our drive down south =)

the drive down was boring really... it was night and there were no street lights along the highway... i can't imagine how mart kept awake but he did and we got there unscathed, plonk our stuff down, had a mini tour of the house and collapsed into bed sound asleep.

most unfortunately, woke up saturday morning to a rather cloudy day but that didn't deter us from making a trip to the beach. oh the beach the beach... it had sand that was so fine it squeaks when you shuffle your feet. i know it sounds hard to believe that sand squeaks but it did... the water was bluish even though the sky was overcast. (did you know that the sea is blue because it reflects the colour of the sky?) It was also unbelievably clean. the only things that were washed up were blue bottles (portugese man of war) and seaweed. No washed up plastic bottles, no plastic bags, cigarette butts nothing...

we took a walk along some rocks which created a mini lagoon where the water was shallow and clear and we could clearly see the sandy bottom...

after our beach stroll, we drove into the little town centre where Mart's mom operated a pharmacy. we bought a pie and a chocolate mud muffin from the bakery next door and they both turned out delicious. the pie had a layer of sweet peas over mince... mm.... and the chocolate mud muffin had a funky layer of chocolate icing. both tasted homemade. i guess you can't go wrong with homemade food. we sat on a wooden log thingy and ate.... enjoying the quiet, the slow pace of life and each other.

everything was unhurried.

by the time we got back home, it was barely 12 noon and we prepared risotto for lunch and then watched "love me if you dare" --> if you haven't watch it you don't know what you're missing. This is like the 2nd time i'm watching this show. Mart knows i really like this movie and bought it was a surprise for me... aww...

after the movie, we walked to the nearby store and bought ice cream and took a walk and kicked a soccer ball in the reserve at the back of his house along St George's basin. we were kinda hoping to spot kangeroos but all we did was spot their shit... darn!! i had to go back in when i realised that the mozzies were feasting on me...

after which we repeated the routine of preparing dinner, watching a dvd and sleep...

sunday morning, woke up, had breckie, played boggle where i lost to mart. i've gotta hand it to him though.. he came up with far more funky words than i did...

we commenced the drive back home at about 11 and stopped at a town, Berry for lunch. Berry is really a cute town. with a motel having a facade entirely covered in car rims, quaint shops selling cute household items, a flea market selling antiques, lots of little cafes and book stores. We had lunch at a cafe with a shady courtyard and before setting off home, we stopped at a trucker stop selling fresh donuts which are fried up only when you order them and dusted with cinnamon and sugar. mmm....

the drive back home from berry was just breath-takingly beautiful with sprawling hills, wineyards, horses and cows languishing in fields, emu farms, more fields, more forests, more hills, winding roads and road trippy music like summer of 69 and travelling at speeds of 110km... i start getting wild ideas in my head of winning millions in the lottery and buying a wineyard or a farm and living out the rest of my life in the country.

now back to city life and reality... bleah