Snatches-of-Bliss-and-Are-You-Freaking-Out-Yet?

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* Welcome *

Changed da house,
Changed da look.

BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...

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Monday, December 20, 2004

~ Honeymoon Day 1 ~

We departed Canberra for Sydney in the late morning. Fantastic weather, all around. The car didn't smack of whip cream deodorant anymore, although the windows were still looking a tad mucky even after a wipe over with hot water.

Shan't bore you with details of the car trip.

A background of our honeymoon venue: quite simply, we were going to housesit for a couple from the church in Waringah, who live next to the beach. My first impression of the apartment block was that it felt a little like a beach-side chalet meet walk-up apartments. Lugging our stuff up to the top floor wasn't fun by any means. But once I got in, whoa...

Bob and Lynne have managed to strike the delicate balance between subtle glamour and modern cosiness. There wasn't anything not to like. Soft, sand-coloured carpet with parquet floor, beige-brown furniture and a gorgeous mix of velvet, cool cotton and wood, the house was true to its beachy location, yet did without the flashy surf culture that would plague a beach such as Manly.

In the days to come, we were lulled to sleep by the crashing waves, and woke up to the lapping of water. Gorgeous. In some ways more luxurious than a hotel room we could never afford, I was convinced we got it real good, as far as a honeymoon venue was concerned.

Breathtaking seaside view from the apartments.

Don't believe me? Here's evidence of the balcony I'm taking these pics from.

Manly Beach at night

We spent the rest of the afternoon settling in, lolling about, and opening wedding presents. Once the growling began, we took a stroll across the white sands below and along the countless eateries that line the beach and face the waves. Finally, we settled on a pizzateria whose name eludes me at the moment, and I tell you... one of the best seafood pizzas to ever grace my mouth.

The rest of the evening was spent doing surprisingly mundane things, like shopping at Coles in case we didn't feel like dining out in the coming days. But overall, it was very satisfactory. After the craziness and the adrenaline of the wedding - pre and post-production - the permission to sit perfectly still and listen to the waves was a haven like no other.

# posted by Velle | 11:25 am

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