Phillip Island, Victoria, Australia

Moving to another hemisphere hasn’t changed who I really am.
I’m still the girl who thinks, “Hey, I’m house sitting. If I don’t touch anything then nothing bad will happen.” After which time I nonchalantly wander into the garage to check on a load of laundry. After which point I nonchalantly notice the water covering the floor…and nonchalantly imagine myself crumpling in a corner to cry. This household disaster, despite keeping me up until 4 AM, did not stop the Bongers from taking me to Phillip Island for the weekend.

Kia, Kiana, Josie & Ian

Kia, Kiana, Josie & Ian

Kia, me, Kiana

Kia, me, Kiana

Phillip Island is a popular holiday destination for Melbournians at a mere two hours from the eastern suburbs. To my mind, it was the perfect place to go before my first year of overseas ministry wraps up. Ian’s parents came, too, and we all stayed in a little holiday house just a few minutes walk from the beach. (Have I mentioned that it’s still bizarre, and wonderful, to live in a place where I’m so near to the beach? Growing up, the beach seemed like a mystical land.)

Cowes is exactly as I’d imagine a holiday town to be, the way it is in the books about summer, where children named Maggie or Margaret or Sal would spend summers in Maine or Virginia, in cabins or little houses from which they could easily walk to a water source, or woods, or center of town. OK, slightly more commercialized. But only slightly. Josie and I walked to the grocery store, one evening we all visited the night market, visited shops on the main street, saw pelicans and rays at lunch time, and even went fishing at night.

Grandpa ("Yeh Yeh") and Kia fishing.

Grandpa (“Yeh Yeh”) and Kia fishing.

Kiana, fishing comfortably from her chair.

Kiana, fishing comfortably from her chair.

Pelicans at lunch. They were a lot bigger than I expected. San Remo, Australia.

Pelicans at lunch time. They were a lot bigger than I expected. San Remo, Australia.

We visited Forrest Caves, a surf beach. Wooden steps and official signs tried to smooth the rough edges, but the wind spoke clearly. “Still wild.”

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Storm rolling in. Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

Storm rolling in. Forrest Caves, Phillip Island, Australia

We visited The Nobbies, a national park. It’s easy to overlook the funny name. This is the kind of beauty you wouldn’t mind getting lost in, or falling into like a dream.

Someone commented that it almost looks like Ireland. The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

Someone commented that it almost looks like Ireland. The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia

The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia

The wind and sea have carved a cave into the rock. The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

The wind and sea have carved a cave into the rock. The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

I love these colors! The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

I love these colors! The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

Me at The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

Me at The Nobbies, Phillip Island, Australia.

I am happy.

Advertisements

One thought on “Phillip Island, Victoria, Australia

  1. So beautiful! Really looks like an idyllic spot! And if I were you I wouldn’t worry about wrecking anything while house sitting. Any one who knows you, knows you wouldn’t do it on purpose! Glad you had fun!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s