A Trip Down the Garden Path

Lozza and Eder's last night yesterday, sad sad, very sad. They head back tonight at 10pm. What has become a lovely family of four will revert back to our cosy family of two.  It's been wonderful having them stay with us,  I've had a girl with whom I can play barbies, do hair and have pillow fights, and Glen's had a boy with whom he can jump in the mud, catch tadpoles and play pirates. Ha ha, but truth be told, we'll miss them greatly  - family is such a precious gift. 

Our last night together went off with a bang, literally.  Glen and Eder ventured out in the afternoon and bought a heap of fireworks, as they are 'legal' here, in 'backyards' and 'only until 11pm'.  So at about 9pm we rugged up walked down the road and bought some takeaway curry and then headed to the local beach, because we don't have our own backyard.  After the police took a cruise by and we'd devoured our deliciously warm curry, rice and naan breads, the boys, eyes a glow, set about lighting up the night sky. 

Of course I was having a caniption. Stress, stress, figuring that the police had already gone past once, I had visions of their return, lights blazing and siren on, zooming back along the promenade to promptly hadcuff our hooligans.  Thankfully, this was not the case.  And Loz and I sat on the beach, rugged in a warm patchwork quilt, sat like avid children as the boys danced across the stones lighting them up.  What an amazing show it was.  Some were just like the professional displays you see, whistling and crackling in the air, white, green, purple and red, fountaining across the sky or spiraling upwards.  Absolutely amazing.  I tried to get some pictures, discovered I had a fireworks mode on my camera half way through, but gave up in the end, embracing the child in me (there's a lot of her) dazzled by the display.





I think there couldn't be a person, of any age, who wouldn't fall under the spell of these sparkles.  Even people in the flats across from the beach came out to their balconies to look.  Mesmerising.

And a few other exciting things....

Eder decided to tell ghost stories,  just to freak us all (me) out.  I hate even the thought of ghosts, I'm very good a identifying the music of scary movies, wouldn't have a clue about the characters or storyline as I spend most of my time watching the the creases in my hands, magnified. I don't feel great about things of the unknown: ghosts, aliens, sometimes even God, you now, that stuff. 

Loz and I, real scared...

Then Glen really decided to be a boy and began throwing rocks, and what ensued was much rock throwing from both parties. luckily Loz and I didn't have to duck as they sailed over our heads, landing well away from us, but one misjudged throw... and there would have been tears.



Speaking of tears, I'll have to save them all up for tonight, as we say goodbye to Loz and Eder.  Time evades us all too soon, now it seems their visit was fleeting. Though I suppose it keeps the excitiement alive for our next visitors.... see you soon!