Weekend at Red Hill

  Imagine this. Rolling hills, green as far as the eye can see with promise of Spring right around the corner. A long road winding ahead of you, sunroof open, music blaring and the wind whipping your hair around your face. Glimpses of sparkling blue water that makes your heart soar and leap, because, yes, you’re getting out of the city. This weekend past was good, we played in the sun, went for long walks and celebrated – but last weekend. Well, it was exactly what I needed. Have you ever taken a weekday off to take a holiday? How freaking awesome is it??! There’s something about being up and about during the day when you would normally be at work and seeing the world around you. It seriously is like a different world and all these people – which just so happen to be young mothers, the elderly and tradies are EVERYWHERE. I feel like I’m intruding just a little into their life of lattes, shop-browsing and neon-vest wearing. After a somewhat leisurely sleep-in (the boy doesn’t know how to sleep in even if his life depended on it. SO annoying!!), we headed off to a local cafe for breakfast.   I decided to indulge a little, since it was going to be a weekend of indulgence of sorts with a breakfast of gluten-free strawberry pancakes and real maple syrup and cream. I have this tendency to veer towards trying something new on the menu – usually the sweet breakfasts when eating out while Evs is happy with standard bacon and eggs. Every. Single. Time. (Story of our...

Weekend Reading #15

Hi all! It’s been another tumultuous week and I’m glad to have seen the back of it at last. I’ve been feeling more and more I need some time away – it’s that all too-familiar feeling of fatigue and burning-outedness that has me dreaming of far off lands and sunshine. It doesn’t help that I have been spending time helping a friend plan for her trip to Sri Lanka at the end of the year or that my Facebook feed is full of people enjoying themselves in far off lands and sunshine. But, I plan to make the most of my weekend with a mini-staycation. Sleep in late. Lazy coffees and big breakfasts. Walks and bike rides in the fleeting sun. Paint my nails in a new-to-me colour. Afternoon naps with my favourite music softly in the background. Time on the couch with loved ones and hands wrapped around cups of hot masala tea. I can make this happen. I hope you all get some time for a little R&R as well. Here are my picks for the week to help you get in the mood as well:   I love reading the keynote speeches from university graduations in the US. They get some seriously inspiring people and this one is no exception. “The urge, starting out, is to copy. And that’s not a bad thing. Most of us only find our own voices after we’ve sounded like a lot of other people. But the one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and...

Sri Lanka–Day 2–Negombo

See how I started the holiday here. There’s this old Hindi movie I used to love as a kid – India’s attempt at sci-fi called “Mr India”. The villain was the most terrifying one I had ever seen on my TV screen, with this cracking knuckles and Nazi-esque way of getting his minions to jump willingly into crocodile-infested waters and wanting to blow up the world with nuclear missiles. His name was Mogambo and it is him that I think of as I wake up in Negombo, Sri Lanka. Luckily for me, Negombo doesn’t have a villainous bone its little beach town body and Evs and I wake up that first day in Sri-Lanka ready to explore. It’s almost 10am Lanka time and way past lunch time back home in Melbourne and my stomach is rumbling. Breakfast is held in the hotel’s restaurant – an open faced pavilion that faces the beach and provides much relief in the already warm morning. It’s overcast, or what Evs calls a “hangover-kind of day”. At my puzzlement, he explains – it’s sunny but hazy, like after a big night of drinking where everything seems way too bright. It’s off-peak season and we can feel it as the hotel staff outnumber the amount of tourists sitting watching the waves. The breakfast buffet is impressive and I suppress the urge to pile everything on my plate, instead going for some fresh tropical fruit, egg-white scramble and a thin pancake with maple syrup. I had wondered whether I’d be not eating sugar in this holiday, but the smell of freshly baked muffins and juicy fruit...