What would a vacation be without brand-new experiences?
So far, on Malcolm Island, I have done the following things for the very first time:
- been so close to a hummingbird that I actually shielded my eyes because I was afraid of its long beak. It was either completely unaware or completely unconcerned that I was there.
- watched the fog burn off a bay. It takes a long times, but it is beautiful to see. Just when you think you'll never see the islands across the strait again, they appear.
- driven slowly past a free-range ox ambling down the road.
- made bread pudding in a frying pan using just the following ingredients: sugar, coffee cream, eggs, day-old hearty brown bread, and a Skor bar.
- watch my children skim-board down a steep grassy slope.
- watched a pod of humpback whales spraying and jumping and splashing
- swum in a black-water lake.
- listened to Glenn Gould's recording of the Goldberg Variations. This is currently my favourite music.
Tonight, with luck, I will, for the first time, eat a fish that my own daughter has caught, cleaned, gutted and cooked. Crossed fingers.
UPDATE! Sahsez just shouted to me from her boat out in the bay that she has caught four fish so far! So I'll definitely be munching on Sahsez-caught grilled salmon tonight! Whee!
