Mi Casa

As Dorothy said - 'There's no place like home'

And indeed she was right.

Nothing really compares to lazy days in the tropics. Childhood homes filled with memories of idyllic evenings. First kisses. Tragic awkward teenage moments. Spending everyday in the pool with your 'like totally cool' posse. Home made iced lemon tea. Slightly insane relatives. Family ghosts. Eight course banquet dinners. Getting a decent tan. Putting your feet up. The fish fountain. The faux-cave and the rather salacious action within. Mahogany benches and sunsets. Adventures of a rather well-travelled bag. It's a little bit jungle. But tamed of course. Letting the afternoon sun dry up droplets of pool water on your skin. It's a little bit insane. They call it 'going troppo.' But it's a beautiful eccentricity.

And all too perfect for me.

I miss it already.

Love & Sun

xx

Bec

Off To The Tropics!

Ohhh...blessed Internet...I have spent far too long away from thee!
No seriously, until yesterday I was reduced to the DIAL UP Internet available in my childhood home which basically amounts to no Internet at all (if you've had the misfortune of being reduced to dial up...ever)

GREETINGS FROM THE TROPICS!

My trip so far. Retail therapy-whoring like there's no tomorrow. Being spendthrift with paternal approval. And feeling vaguely normal doing it. Because do as the Romans do yes? And no points for guessing the Asian sport. Balmy tropical weather. Afternoons in the pool. A new haircut. Regular salon visits. A new jewellery obsession. Divalicious boys and girls. Iced tea in a hammock. Actually getting a decent tan. THAT Danish guy in the gym. A ten year reunion round the corner. And ukuleles all round. Okay no I don't have a ukulele handy. But I so would if I could.

You know that...

Keep it cool (but not freezing a la Melbourne)

Love & Coconuts

xx

Bec