
The radio was on as we were driving out of town this weekend. Funky Town was playing and we were singing and then Lindsey said, "Funky town would be a pretty cool place.".... "yeah Lindsey. It probably would."
That pretty much sums up our trip this weekend....
Our destination was Mission Beach, but we didn't spend time there. We didn't book a hostel before we got there, instead we hunted around for a place to stay. After ruling out Bed and Breakfasts ($130 a night for a freaking spare bedroom in a house? I don't think so....) we found a backpacker's for $20 that was run by an old Swedish couple who were extremely nice to us until the got our money.
We got there and because it wasn't much of a beach day (cloudy and chilly) we decided to drive to a tropical fruit winery. Its a highly advertised place, I've seen brochures every where for it and we were definitely excited to see what it was about. It turned out to be a small one room building in the middle of a sugar cane field with one person working. It had good wine and stuff but it was just funny how (yet again) we were deceived.
We keep driving and found beautiful creek. We stopped and hung out did a little yoga and went on our way. We kept noticing signs for a Paranella park and Lindsey had heard of it somewhere so we stopped. Immediately upon pulling up in the parking lot, one of the employees came up to our car and started talking about how beautiful and magical this place was, how people from all over the world come to see this place. How it's well worth our money and we'll love it. Mind you, we don't even know what this place it about so we (like any tourist would) were like "oh yeah, that sounds great where do we pay?" $30 later, we find its just a house one Spanish man had built in 1913. It did have it's own water fall and eel pond and a few gardens but really thats it. It just looks ancient because 2 years ago a cyclone and fire had knocked it down and the rain forest had taken over. We still had a good time making fun of ourselves for being suckered into paying 30 dollars for walking around a poorly build house.
We drove back to Mission Beach (not before almost getting killed by a mad truck driver) and made some tofu curry for dinner, encountered 2 naked girls in the bathroom rubbing each other with lotion, and went to bed laughing hysterically . End of day 1.

Next day, we woke up early, saw the naked girls rubbing each other AGAIN, and after calming the fits of giggles, we decided to have breakfast (pb and j) on the beach. We took our time driving back to t-ville, turning off when ever we thought there might be something cool to see. We found Murry Falls. It was prettier than wallamen (not as big but more beautiful) and there was a creek to swim in. It reminded me of Oak Creek. It made me happy and sad all at the same time.
On our drive back it was quiet in the car and I had time to think about the past 2 months here. Its gone by so quickly its weird to think that I will be home so soon. That creek made me think about Flagstaff and Missoula and it gave me homesickness that hasn't gone aw

ay yet. At first I felt silly for missing home. Being here in Australia in all its glory and missing snowy gray missoula and flagstaff? But I now realize I am allowed to miss it. I am allowed to be sad that I am not there enjoying spring with you guys. I am allowed this because that is what I am feeling. I am entitled to that. I can't stop my feelings, they come just like water in the creek. I can try to stop the flow or change the direction in regards to other people's feelings, but it will alway keep flowing in its natural path. So I am just letting it surge and taking it as it comes, sometimes getting knocked down by it's force.
I miss you.