On Sunday Lorraine took us to Mt. Tamborine about an hour south of Brisbane. As we drove away from the city the landscape changed to rural and pastoral, and then we started ascending the mountain and the vegetation grew dense and lush. The collection of villages at the top was the epitome of “quaint,” with artisan shops, galleries, restaurants, wineries, and an obscene number of chocolate shops. And all surrounded by lush rain-forest-like greenery, including several bits of a national park. Deborah and I dreamed of one day opening up a Bed & Breakfast at this idyllic mountain top. Of course, as is the case everywhere, the best places are usually the least affordable.
See? Quaint.
The sign over the door says "Poet and Artist," a fine job description to be sure.
Deborah and Lorraine.
Blake and Deborah.
Blake and Lorraine. Jeez, did we miss any possible combinations?
It's like freakin' musical chairs here.
