It's become a February tradition. Pick a day, inform all the partners and children that we'll be off, pack swim things and cold beer, get on the road.
Same gang, same route, same plan.
Same destination, same seafood platter for lunch, same wine.
Same ice cream, same beach.
Because we did everything SO PERFECTLY the first time that we can just redo it endlessly now. Until the end of time, or we all perish together in a tragic boating incident as we sometimes muse about.
We're a pretty irreverent bunch.
This time however, we did one thing differently.
We added a stop at this river for our pre-lunch swim, and it was sublime.
We're not opposed to adding new things, as long as they are EXCELLENT. This was.
As we relished our lunch - fresh fish, prawns, calamari, mussels, salad and the most excellent white wine with this view from our table, our friend told us about her prepan holiday in Italy in 2019.
The beaches and the views and the food and the wine.
But you know she said, look at us here - we're in a tiny village an hour or so out of Cape Town, eating the best food, drinking internationally-acclaimed wine, swimming in wild rivers, off to sandy beaches with no access fee and hardly any people...Italy is magnificent, but this right here is GOLD.
And better than all this astounding natural beauty and the food and the wine and the silky summer air?
This bunch of girls and the aching abdominal muscles we have after a day of endlessly laughing together.
I'd love to visit Italy one day, but if it never happens I think I'll still die happy, be it in a tragic boating incident or not.
2 comments:
Fun. Jealous, yet happy for you too.
P.S. Italy is worth it...especially Sicily.
Yeah, I suspect it might be despite what my friend said! ;-)
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