... Icelandic Music plays through the shaggin wagon.
The warm Australian breeze blows through every door and trunk - all wide open.
Wet bathing suits hang from the hooks in the backseat..
We've given names to each portion of the car… we call them rooms.
The driver's seat is my bedroom, where I sit applying an open aloe plant to my reddish brown skin…
Tawney is walking back and forth between her bedroom (the passenger seat) and the kitchen/game room (our trunk)… She's getting dressed which means she has to go in the backseat (closet/dining room) and get clothes.
She has settled on a one piece purple and turquoise halter jumpsuit all-in-one… actually i have no idea how i can explain this ensemble but its absolutely perfect.
Flipping down her sun visor mirror and pulling out the mascara she says through an open mouth mascara face "We have an important decision to make… Where are we gonna watch the sun set?"
A wild turkey waddles by the door and about 30 birds all start squawking in the palm trees littering the hill where our car is parked.
About 50 yards to our right is the beautiful little not-so-secret beach that we spent the later part of the afternoon on… hula hooping, reading, and talking on the phone to our soul brother in Sydney.
I lay on an orange and blue sarong/scarf/beach blanket that i now have draped across my tanned shoulders as i sit in my bedroom with my feet up on the steering wheel writing this.
Some surfers just returned to their station wagon next to ours and obviously wish they could be friends with us… which of course they can.
We are in the market for vacation boyfriends that we can kiss up at the lighthouse later tonight.
Oh ya - Tazanimal the hopeless romantic is in full force with the plan making it seems.
We decided that tonight we will sleep in the shaggin wagon again, like we did in Brunswick Heads on Friday night, especially if it decides to start raining again. We've slept at Holly's Aunt's house in Lennox Head the last two nights and both nights it poured rain… in fact, we haven't had a fully dry day since we've been in Australia.
Everyone bitches about it, but we don't mind. It makes it kind of magical i think.
We left Lennox around 8:30 and headed to Byron and found a cafe on a hilltop where we met a beautiful guy named Eka and then saw him again down by the long boarding wave beach while he was showering his hair that somehow doesn't absorb water.
He told us that as soon as we see one of those big black storm clouds coming - quickly paddle out and sit out there as the rain hammers down and kicks up ocean.
I loved that he loved that.
The rain is definitely magical.
The sun made its descent between rain clouds and shone incredible rays of majestic light into the ether as our faces were flooded by warm sunlight… Today was a treat... the sun came out to play long enough to burn our skin a little for the first time in a while.
We were really happy.
As night started to fall across the Byron Cape, like a starry cape draping around the shoulders of this incredible headland, we made our way to the Buddha Bar - as recommended by Eka - the beautiful rain loving surfer guy...
It was amidst our $20 bottle of chardonnay and green curry (3rd night in a row for that)... that Tawney's friend Trsitan - a ex-pat Venitian - called us and came to meet up with his adorably amazing Aussie girlfriend, Mia. They live out here nearby - in a suburb called Federal.
Just the day before, Tawney, Holly & I drove from Lennox Head to Mullumbimby to go to a spa that feels like you are in someone's backyard... a veranda with prayer flags and a Buddha head sits between a crawl-in sauna and plunge pool - across from the jacuzzis... We had gotten so blissed out that day. I FINALLY had a chance to sweat and meditate in the sauna and felt wonderful.
Sipping a cup of scalding hot peppermint tea, i sat in the silence and watched the rain come down through the palm trees making the late afternoon that much more peaceful and soothing.
I guess i got a little TOO relaxed and proceeded to pour my cup of scalding tea into my lap - seriously burning my entire crotch.
EPIC FAIL.
But luckily there was a cold plunge pool nearby that i got in immediately and my lovely friends (as soon as they stopped laughing) escorted their waddling, cringing ditz of a friend home and took care of me.
By the next evening, I was walking relatively better... shuffle/staggering from the Buddha Bar to the neighboring "Arts Factory" hostel to see our new friend Stephen rock the open mic night... Back at the Buddha Bar again, we watched some live Reggae music and Mia jumped up on stage to jam out on her flute.
The rain started up again and Tristan and Mia generously invited us to come stay in their guest room in Federal.
So... in our trusty Travellers Auto Barn shaggin wagon, we followed our friends up miles (well... kilometers) of windy road... under canopies of gorgeous trees that our headlights bounced off through the rainy night... and ended up in a beautiful home near Mia's family's macadamia nut plantation.(my heaven.... i LOVE macadamia nuts and in fact - back in India - I am pretty sure Baba Aaron & My Scottish buddy, Mikey assigned nut names to each of us and i was the macadamia... i cant remember what that meant - but im totally good with it.)
We slept to the sound of the rain and woke up to a beautiful wet earth surrounding this incredible house.
We are so lucky... as always... to be taken care of by beautiful friends and keep waking up in a daze....
Every day so far in Australia I have opened my eyes in a slight daze for the first few minutes.
I know i am safe and around great, loving energy... people that i love... and who love me..
and the rain pitter patters down and i am NOT even mad at it.
It's gorgeous here.
i <3 Australia.
p.s. get into THIS vibe...
This is the solo project of my friend Sean, who plays drums and sings with Bon Iver...
I showed him how to play Blackbird on the guitar after their last show which i LOVE cuz he's clearly a freaking genius... and because my brother Baba Aaron only taught me how to play it in India 4 months ago.
i love life so much.
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