Suspence of Realisy
Oct. 16th, 2011 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eumeliaHello my lovelies.
You may not have known or noticed, but I just returned from a weekend holiday with my entire family, all 14 of us.
It was an amazing time. From Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning, there wasn't a day in which I didn't frolic down the beach in my bikini and wade in the lake like sea water of the beach. The beach enclosed by several break waters so there are many islands to walk around on and many sand banks on which to play.
With four children running after their parents, aunts and uncles, this was good thing.
It was idyllic in a way you've only read in a Gerald Durrel book, in which family escapades can't help but turn minute and quiet at the fact that you can leave them behind by going to swing on the hammock hanging between two palm trees.
My father took me and the kids fishing and the sea was rough that day, it nearly swept my youngest nephew (7 years old) off the break water. It was great.
My niece (5 years old) was slightly more concerned (as was my dad - and yeah, so was I)so we went back to the beach so that we could fish the little baby fish by the boats moored by the holiday cottages and houses.
I spent most of my afternoons siesta-ing. I never nap in the afternoon, but the sea air and sun shine really take their toll.
My niece discovered my MP3 player and spent many minutes listening to the grand variety of Amanda Palmer, Amy Winehouse, Tori Amos, Sinead O'Connor, Bon Jovi, The Beatles, The Who, Hans Zimmer soundtracks, Joni Mitchell, Rammstein, Rasputina and Lady Gaga (among other things).
Apparently, "Gaga [her nickname for me] has the best music."
Believe me, being her musical educator is one of the more fun things to be.
I don't mention Gerald Durrel for nothing, as I brought "My Family and Other Animals" with me to read during the down times and it's funny because it's true. Seeing as I was laughing out loud several times, I was asked to tell what I was reading and many laughs were had in return.
Despite the fact that we only came back today, only several hours ago in fact, I am hard pressed to tell what happened in what order. I remember we went for some activity on a different beach, but I can't remember if it was yesterday or the day before. I can't remember which day I slept for three hours and which day I spent the morning fishing (this may have been the same day).
This isn't to say that there weren't spats and tears and irritability - this is because this is a family holiday. But all was quickly forgotten, because there was fresh fish from a local village that were rubbed in lemon and garlic and grilled to a delicious flakiness on the brei (South African vernacular for barbecue) and a baby who learned to say syllables (guess who she calls "Gaga"? That's right, everybody!) and wave "bye-bye".
Not to mention the beach.
At the moment, I'm back in my room (the room I'll soon be leaving and coming back to only visit) nursing several red patches on my back and face, and blisters on my feet.
This, this weekend, feels like the New Year to me.
Shana Tovah.
You may not have known or noticed, but I just returned from a weekend holiday with my entire family, all 14 of us.
It was an amazing time. From Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning, there wasn't a day in which I didn't frolic down the beach in my bikini and wade in the lake like sea water of the beach. The beach enclosed by several break waters so there are many islands to walk around on and many sand banks on which to play.
With four children running after their parents, aunts and uncles, this was good thing.
It was idyllic in a way you've only read in a Gerald Durrel book, in which family escapades can't help but turn minute and quiet at the fact that you can leave them behind by going to swing on the hammock hanging between two palm trees.
My father took me and the kids fishing and the sea was rough that day, it nearly swept my youngest nephew (7 years old) off the break water. It was great.
My niece (5 years old) was slightly more concerned (as was my dad - and yeah, so was I)so we went back to the beach so that we could fish the little baby fish by the boats moored by the holiday cottages and houses.
I spent most of my afternoons siesta-ing. I never nap in the afternoon, but the sea air and sun shine really take their toll.
My niece discovered my MP3 player and spent many minutes listening to the grand variety of Amanda Palmer, Amy Winehouse, Tori Amos, Sinead O'Connor, Bon Jovi, The Beatles, The Who, Hans Zimmer soundtracks, Joni Mitchell, Rammstein, Rasputina and Lady Gaga (among other things).
Apparently, "Gaga [her nickname for me] has the best music."
Believe me, being her musical educator is one of the more fun things to be.
I don't mention Gerald Durrel for nothing, as I brought "My Family and Other Animals" with me to read during the down times and it's funny because it's true. Seeing as I was laughing out loud several times, I was asked to tell what I was reading and many laughs were had in return.
Despite the fact that we only came back today, only several hours ago in fact, I am hard pressed to tell what happened in what order. I remember we went for some activity on a different beach, but I can't remember if it was yesterday or the day before. I can't remember which day I slept for three hours and which day I spent the morning fishing (this may have been the same day).
This isn't to say that there weren't spats and tears and irritability - this is because this is a family holiday. But all was quickly forgotten, because there was fresh fish from a local village that were rubbed in lemon and garlic and grilled to a delicious flakiness on the brei (South African vernacular for barbecue) and a baby who learned to say syllables (guess who she calls "Gaga"? That's right, everybody!) and wave "bye-bye".
Not to mention the beach.
At the moment, I'm back in my room (the room I'll soon be leaving and coming back to only visit) nursing several red patches on my back and face, and blisters on my feet.
This, this weekend, feels like the New Year to me.
Shana Tovah.
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Date: 2011-10-16 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-16 08:48 pm (UTC)On our hemisphere, that is :)
*sigh*
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Date: 2011-10-16 08:53 pm (UTC)Maybe it will start being summer here, it's been quite a cold spring so far.
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Date: 2011-10-16 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-19 06:05 am (UTC)