DOWN UNDA

I was in Tasmania recently visiting my dear old grandparents. After going to the art gallery in Mona and Salamanca markets there was nothing much to do (no offense Hobart, but lets be real). SO, my buddy Remi and I decided to head up the east coast for a few days.

The two of us did a pretty good job of entertaining ourselves. We went antiquing and found an amazing pair of vintage, royal blue Dior loafers, but unfortunately Rems is big foot's cousin. I blasted the Enya I found on his ipod outside the supermarket (you deserve to be shamed). We also climbed rocks, swam in the midst of 14 degrees and chowed down on a delicious wallaby bolognese.

Even though the photo's are beautiful, I will admit that we failed abismaly at rowing a dinghy - mostly paddling in confused circles and onto dry land.

Go on a Tasmanian road trip! I found it TEN times better than driving up the north and south coast, Yes, ten times.

Love and hugs and kisses, Rose