Surface Paradise

Well, to my surprise, the plane did not go down in flames, and today I am in fact alive and well (though very pooped and in need of a holiday to get over my holiday). We had a really great time away. One good thing about being a pessimist is that you are often pleasantly surprised when things go better than you expect them to.

We stayed in Surfers Paradise, in an apartment that E's dad owns. He flew up with us also and stayed with us. It was really good to spend some time with him, and it was great for little e to get to know him. I liked Surfers. It was good to go somewhere unlike the places we usually go. I didn't mind the touristy-ness of it. One bad thing about the place though, is the coffee. You pay four bucks for a take away flat white, and it's bland, weak and generally poo.

Incidentally, until very recently I thought that Surfers Paradise was actually called Surface Paradise. If you think about it, this was not a stupid ignorant mistake, as you would first assume, but rather a telling little Freudian slip-- a reference to the dark underbelly that lies beneath the beautiful, bronzed exterior of the place; paradise on the surface, but what dwells below the skin? A question we all must ponder.