Tuesday 18 June 2013

Best way to catch up.. Holiday snaps!

When it doubt on how to explain a long break from blogging? A holiday! And what a holiday it was.
 
Few things are so rewarding as seeing something for the first time. In this case it wasn't me, but my 3 girls. Last time they were at the beach I was still pregnant with K & W , and M was hardly a year.
 
This to me is a feeling no one should ever forget (and yes it reminds one of a Ronan Keating song): 
 
 
I can't imagine not feeling small when standing next to the ocean.
 
Even though I am 30 (almost, almost 31.. remind me to update all my profiles!) I still get excited at that first sighting of the ocean. This time it was an aerial sighting - and yes! I was flying with some first timers. Apparently I lie about how it might feel 'funny' when the plane takes off.. According to them, it was fine!
 
What happened after the flight and first sighting of the ocean, was just pure old school beach holiday: Up before the sun, whole day at the beach, out like a candle by 7pm. Bed, shoes and hair (and basically everything we touched) covered with sand. 



This was our second morning at the beach (photo below). And I highly recommend everyone doing it once. Running along the waves while the sun breaks on the horizon, singing "I'm on the beach in my pyjammies". It is liberating. And once you are back in your apartment on the beach? Best cup of coffee ever.
Ushaka Marine World.. apparently is beats school!

This was how we all felt for those few days. Above and below. Careless, and holding the sun in our hands. Bonus? Wearing PJ's!
 We built the biggest 'boats' and waited for the waves. Each time a wave crashed on them it was laughter and "PANIC!". This was one of those moments you wish you didn't have to stand with your camera / cellphone in hand. But to capture that moment. Classic.
 Some classy travellers.
 
 
Internet speed allowing, I would probably post a million photos. Each a memory. But for now? They are planning their next holiday. Long term? Saving for Paris! (Sorry Mr.Bank Manager but it has to happen at some point). But next hopefully Cape Town (Sorry savings account).