Holiday Isle

For all intents and purposes, January is summer in Hobart. I hesitate to write about taking advantage of warm days when I see weather reports from North America– particularly California– because I don’t want to rub it in your winter faces. But not every day is sunny and hot here so keep that in mind. We’re still in Tasmania after all, the Gateway to Antarctica.

Sun or no sun, I LOVE summer. For one thing, it stays light out until about 9:30 at night. If Carlos and I get off work at 5 or 6 we still have several hours of play time before a late dinner. Summer also means sweet cherries, apricots, eggplant and tomatoes. It’s dresses (with a sweater just in case), flip flops and sweaty bike rides. It’s a morning kayak on the river or an evening climb up the mountain. Summer means fishing on the Derwent now that we both have rods. It’s oysters, white wine and a big green salad.

Before leaving for Tasmania, a good friend reminded me that not every day here would be full of adventure. Some days I would have to do laundry and clean the toilet like a normal person. And it’s true that I certainly have days when life feels like a routine and I panic about my bank statement. I get antsy and homesick and I know Carlos does too. But even when I am hanging my laundry on the line I have a great view and our Cruiser reminds me that routine or not, I am on the Holiday Isle.

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Yesterday I went on the Tuesday night group ride while Carlos went fishing with a friend. It was the PERFECT summer evening: balmy with a soft light illuminating the mountain and surrounding farmland. I rode with several guys along vineyards, secluded bays and quiet country roads. It was a routine Tuesday including work, a bike ride and dinner but I as I peddled up one hill and down the next I thought about how lucky I am to be in Tassie this year. How fortunate I am to have my friends here and around the world whom I adore. How easy it is to live day to day, taking advantage of the simple pleasures like a bike ride on a summer evening. You don’t have to be rich or  “successful” to appreciate that.

Having a wander at local beach we stopped at for a picnic dinner after work

Having a wander at a local beach we stopped at for a picnic dinner after work

A morning fishing trip (no fish.. yet)

A morning fishing trip (no fish.. yet)

An adventure ride up the mountain with some friends

An adventure ride up the mountain with some friends

Partner kayaking in our neighborhood waters

Partner kayaking in our neighborhood waters

An afternoon drive

An afternoon outing

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