So I was a little tired from the previous couple of weeks, and obviously from the previous night where i'd been 'dragged' out by Joanna and Valerie (kicking and screaming.) And so tired for me usually means a little emotional. I was so excited to see Joanne. Quick family history for anyone reading who doesn't know who i'm going on about. Joanne is my cousin. She has a sister Sarah (hellloooooo Sarah). But they're more like sisters as we're all so close (plus Mel my sister. Hey smell!) Joanne is engaged to Tony (a kiwi) and they have a gorgeous little tot called Isabella Poppy. 11 months. So I walked off the plane and was just walking looking for a sign to the baggage claim, and Jo called my name and came running over. Wow didn't realise just how emotional I was. I completely bawled my eyes out. But not just a few tears. I'm not sure you understand. I was almost a little embarrassed as I couldn't stop. Once I eventually did and got my backpack, we went off to the car. I couldn't believe how much Izzy had grown. She was only 4 months old when I last saw her. Gorgeous little girl.
We got to Sharon and Brendan's house, friends of Tony and Jo's, and I was introduced to 7 month old Maddie as well. She was also very cute as she was oh so plump. Anyway they were all off to a wedding and I was to babysit so was shown all the ropes and told when to feed who what dinner etc. And then they were off. The babies were fine and I had fun getting to know my gorgeous little cousin. We watched dirty dancing. I didn't put baby in the corner. HA. Classic.
The next day we went to a BBQ and sat by the pool in the gorgeous house that it was being hosted in. The day before Tony and Sharon had a bit of a bug and their tummies were not feeling normal. They'd been sick etc. Luckily it hadn't got anyone else. Yet. So we were at the BBQ, and I was catching up with Jo, when she turned a bit green and was also not feeling well. I was still ok and tucked in to the BBQ... someone had to eat it! On the way home, Izzy went a bit quiet and then chundered all over the car. I was still ok but concerned for the yacking family around me. So we all had an early night in the hope that we'd still move on down south the next day as planned.
The next morning everyone felt a little better. We chilled out until the afternoon and then waved Sharon and Maddie goodbye and headed down to Dunsborough. 3 hours later and we arrived and got settled in to a caravan park. I thought i'd just text my friend Mia (who I did the Cambodian orphanage with) to see if we were close to her. Turns out we were less than 5 minutes from her house. We couldn't have planned it better! So that evening, after a rather expensive fish n' chips from a place called 'Squidlips' (which, by the way didn't even serve pickle or mushy peas. Or gravy) she came down to the caravan site and I had a quick catch up with her. I would be going to stay with her when Joanne etc. went home so it was just a quick hello. The caravan park wasn't the best. It was quite anty, and Izzy managed to pick up alot of blackness on her knees as she explored the inside. So we decided to head on further south the next day. To Margaret River. The scenery as we drove was stunning. Big fields, and beaches etc. Just stunning. I already preferred it to the east coast. We got to our new place to stay. It was so lovely. A cabin but a well posh one. The bath even had a jacuzzi function that I was highly excited about. My Sydney hellhole hostel hadn't had that. Mouthful. Not unless the button for it was under the clump of hair that grew hairily around the drain each day... So the next couple of days we spent hanging out on various beaches (with the flies. Wow they're so annoying. Tony managed to swallow a couple. Yuk. But they constantly tried landing on your face and there were just so many of them. Room 101 that's what I say.) One day we went for lunch with some more of Jo and Tony's friends. We met them at a winery and had such a delicious lunch. I felt a bit twitchy throughout and not quite 100%. It wasn't looking good. Literally as I handed over my 50 bucks to pay for my lunch, I had to run to the loos and was sick. All of it. So yes I may as well have flushed $50 down the toilet. The bug had got me. Eventually. I'm still the strongest though as I held out the longest.
And before we knew it, it was time to head back again. Jo, Tony and Izzy were heading back to the UK in a few days (BOOOOOO) and I was off to live with Mia for the month. I was pleased to almost achieve getting little Izzy to say my name. I did almost have her walking on her own as well. She only needed one hand to steady herself. I really wanted to see her do a first something as I'm missing it all but never mind! She did almost say my name. Almost.
So back to Dunsborough. We stopped at a bakery so they could get some lunch, and I called Mia to see where she was. Turns out she was in the shop next door, haha! So she was already there to pick me up and take me 'home'.
And then it was bye bye to my family. I was ever so sad and had had such a nice time. Thank you Jo, Tony and Izzy Pop. Can't wait to see you again. Izzy, stop growing til I get home. Cheers.
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