When In Rome...

We've hit the sunshine coast of Queensland and have made an amazing, yet unexpected discovery. This stretch of sand and high rise apartments is actually where all the body beautiful 20-somethings that onced paraded in designer outfits and sunbaked for hours on Bondi Beach, retire to. I know! I always thought they ended up in Gosford, too! But the kilometres of cycle and walking paths along the beaches from Noosa to Maroochydore make for the perfect playground for any outdoor loving, tan sporting, velour tracksuit wearing so and so and that's why Luke and I had to try our best to fit into this sunny paradise.


I grabbed my joggers and bike helmet and tried to look the part riding along the foreshore, then stopped with the 'in' crowd to sip a latte (a soy decafe to be precise) at a stylish cafe overlooking the beach at Mooloolaba - there was even a bowl of water at each table in case I had decided to bring my sequin coat wearing poodle along for the outing.



Luke on the other hand, spent days at the caravan park gym (these may or may not actually exist) working out and toning his pecks to perfection so he would go undetected on Noosa beach in his new sparkly speedo. It works well with the now well established beard, don't you think?



Yours enjoying the good life,
Odette