^^^^^^^^^^^BONDI BEACH^^^^^^^^^^^^

After an appointment with my doctor filled with lots of tears and an hour long massage at our local Salt Caves, I’m ready to revisit and share with you our trip home and time in Sydney at the end of our European vacation. I will start with our flight home from Abu Dhabi since we have already talked about the business class bliss from Athens to Abu Dhabi. So we board the plane and end up delayed on take off, which wouldnt have been so bad had it not have felt like a sauna in the plane for the whole time. The flight home was relatively uneventful and we were well looked after the whole trip (I will do a post later about the good bad and ugly of international travel at a later time). Our late departure meant we risked missing our transport to the hotel, especially when the lines to get through border security were horrific!!! Hours!!! Turns out however it really didnt matter because the transport company didnt seem to make their customers a priority and we sat waiting what seemed an eternity til near midnight. Considering I had an early morning conference the next day we decided to catch a cab to the hotel….ahhhhhh – yeah we got done and they over charged us and tried to scam us to call them for our transfer back to the airport.


We were so grateful to arrive at our beautiful and very luxurious hotel “The Menzies” complete with bell hop (is that even a real title or just in the movies?), indoor heated pool, massive breakfast restaurant (that cooks your eggs to order yes thankyou), and THE most amazing customer service I have ever experienced. Seriously, after the very hard mattress beds in Europe we were very happy to have a few nights in a lovely soft mattress in Australia! Our breakfasts were divine, although we didnt really give a thought to dinner and just bought something close by (in fact I think I even had a vegetarian burger at Hungry Jacks one night – I know….shock horror!!!). Lunches were just something from wherever we were but we did have lunch at the base of the opera house on the waterfront, and another at the RSL at Bondi Beach (not on the same day of course lol).



I had an absolute blast at the Ignite Tour with Emazon. Seriously folks if you have never heard of this woman check out my blog posts about her workshops, and head over to or – my whole way of thinking has changed and she is such a catalyst for a better future…words really dont do it justice. I was blessed to be able to go with my beautiful teenager who also swears by what she has learnt with the help of Emma. This was the main reason we came home earlier and had a few days in Sydney, just so we wouldnt miss the event since we missed the Brisbane one whilst we were in Europe.


We also spent a day just exploring what Sydney has to offer but if I’m completely honest Sydney just didnt excite me at all, but I made the most of it because it seems my kids love Sydney. We did get to do all the musts whilst we were there though – we finally saw the Sydney Opera House in its enourmous beauty, we ate lunch at the Opera House boardwalk restaurant, and travelled around the harbour on a ferry. We decided after all the stairs we did in Europe we would not use this trip to do a bridge climb on the Sydney Harbour Bridge however, and a smart decision that was I think.



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The thing we loved most from our little recovery in Sydney was our day trip to Bondi Beach with my sister in law that lives not far from Sydney. Bondi is just as beautiful (if not more) than we had seen on television. Its beach stretched before us golden, and surrounded by beautiful views. We enjoyed a lovely lunch overlooking the beach before letting the kids have a swim – Lauren in the beach and Mackenzie in the little beach pool – whilst my sister in law and I explored the rocks.





We enjoyed a little Max Brenner before a good sleep to prepare for our trip home to the Sunshine Coast. We really were looking forward to going home to our pooch Bella, our comfy beds, and our beautiful beaches.


We arrived home to my parents and my brother in law waiting to pick us up from the airport…their help was very appreciated. Because our poochy wasnt coming home til the afternoon, we dropped all our stuff at home before heading straight to our favourite place One on La Balsa for lunch and a little walk along the waterfront. This will always be home for us no matter where we have been.








Stay tuned for another post – I will do one on the best and worst of traveling internationally with our musts and must nots for every country, and another covering how we dealt with travelling overseas for 7 weeks with a child with APD AND SPD AND OCD and how you can make travel happen with your sensory kiddo.



ACROSS THE OCEANS – What lurks beneath


My name is Sunny.

I live on Queenslands Sunshine Coast in Australia.

I grew up in Woolgoolga right next to the beach before moving to Queensland.

The beach is THE only place that truly centres me. Calms me. Inspires me. Captures me.
So being a beach person who loves water sports should be a cinch right? WRONG WRONG WRONG!

I burn like a beetroot so if I had any sense I would stay in the shade! I truly do love the beach, especially Mooloolaba where I feel like I’m on holiday all of the time. I love that on a quiet night I can hear the rush of the ocean and waves from my back yard. I love the sand – even if it invades every space of our car and home because I is a constant reminder of the blessing that is my life. I like the taste of salt spray and the feel of those minuscule salt crystals on your reddened, sensitive skin after a whole day at the beach. I love that totally spent feeling after diving under and jumping over waves on a summer day. I don’t like sunscreen (another post), but I do love the smell of it mixed with summer barbeques wafting through the air.


I do not like the fish near feet
I do not like a jellyfish street
I do not like a great big shark
I do not like it, it’s not a lark
I do not like the coral reef
No I do not like what lies beneath

I will not smile for the cam
I do not like it Tam I am!



I’m terrified of what lurks beneath. For no other reason I guess than when I was in primary school a friend piggy backed me across a deep section of water and just let me go. The shock set in and a fear I have never experienced before took hold and I almost drowned. It was as if my body forgot how to swim. I have been fearful of deep water both in pools and open water ever since.

And if I want my girls to challenge themselves and their biggest fears, then I have to show them what I do with fear and challenges. If I didn’t I would be acting hypocritically. So I’m taking on one of my biggest fears…deep water. My logical fear-ridden brain is telling me as I type this ‘gee you’re a goose! Why did you start in a really deep pool?’. Good point…yeah good point. Too late!

Next week I have booked in with Melinda of MAB (Mind And Body) Personal Training & Adventures to from Golden Beach to Bribie Island. This is going to be an enormous challenge for me and I can’t promise there won’t be tears, freak outs and meltdowns, but I can promise that I will give it a good crack, and give you a play by play on how truly………….frightening and liberating facing this fear will be.

What is your biggest fear?