Last November my husband celebrates his birthday and for a change, we decided to celebrate it to one of the famous holiday destination in South Australia, the Moonta Bay, along with our close family friends.
We were all excited. I woke up early in the morning to prepare the food and personal belongings that we would be bringing for the holiday. Early in that afternoon, my Kumpadre (godfather of my youngest daughter) rang my husband to inform us of the 3:00 PM rendezvous at KFC along Old Port Road.
As the clock struck 2:00 PM, my husband sounded the bell to get ready within 30 minutes. I panic. In my thought, it would take a super mother to dress up the children, packed things up and load all our bits and pieces in the car in such a short period. As often the case, we were late. We managed to hit the road around quarter to 3:00 PM. The funny thing was, one friend of ours phone us to confirm our location while giving a different meeting place. And so it was, we headed towards opposite direction and found out afterwards, we were at a wrong spot in a wrong time. Only after an hour, we managed to join the others. It was already quarter to 4:00 PM.
As we headed towards our holiday destination, my mother and I couldn’t help but to be dazed by the scenery. The trees and vegetations were totally different from my birth place, Philippines. There were even times I was mesmerised seeing plantations after plantations of vegetations filling the air with breath of nature at its best.
After two hours, we had finally reached Moonta Bay. All the physical fatigue and uncertainties slowly vanished as the breath of fresh air engulf our car whispering into my ear that the beach can’t be that far. As the vehicle came to a halt at Moonta Bay Caravan Park, every body was delighted. In my heart, I knew this holiday would be one of those perfect getaways. We spent two days in Moonta Bay, and every single minutes of it was a treasure moment.
We were all excited. I woke up early in the morning to prepare the food and personal belongings that we would be bringing for the holiday. Early in that afternoon, my Kumpadre (godfather of my youngest daughter) rang my husband to inform us of the 3:00 PM rendezvous at KFC along Old Port Road.
As the clock struck 2:00 PM, my husband sounded the bell to get ready within 30 minutes. I panic. In my thought, it would take a super mother to dress up the children, packed things up and load all our bits and pieces in the car in such a short period. As often the case, we were late. We managed to hit the road around quarter to 3:00 PM. The funny thing was, one friend of ours phone us to confirm our location while giving a different meeting place. And so it was, we headed towards opposite direction and found out afterwards, we were at a wrong spot in a wrong time. Only after an hour, we managed to join the others. It was already quarter to 4:00 PM.
As we headed towards our holiday destination, my mother and I couldn’t help but to be dazed by the scenery. The trees and vegetations were totally different from my birth place, Philippines. There were even times I was mesmerised seeing plantations after plantations of vegetations filling the air with breath of nature at its best.
After two hours, we had finally reached Moonta Bay. All the physical fatigue and uncertainties slowly vanished as the breath of fresh air engulf our car whispering into my ear that the beach can’t be that far. As the vehicle came to a halt at Moonta Bay Caravan Park, every body was delighted. In my heart, I knew this holiday would be one of those perfect getaways. We spent two days in Moonta Bay, and every single minutes of it was a treasure moment.
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