Adelaide does Adelaide

There is so much to share about how we're doing right now and I will in good time. For now, I would like to cast us back two weeks. To a whole other world. Where corona-virus wasn't impacting us so. To a more innocent time. To a South Australian adventure with Yukon friends. To WOMADelaide. 

Regular readers will recall that when my Adelaide was a baby we took a Babymoon to New Zealand and volunteered at the WOMAD festival there. For the others, you can read more on that here. It was such a brilliant experience for Mountain Dad and I, that when we learned that such a thing as WOMADelaide existed, we swore we would make it there one day. We also swore that we'd entice some mates along wth us. We've learned the hard way that music festivals with just us and a child are not as wild fun as the music festivals of our past. 

And so, on arriving in Australia, the ever future-planning Mountain Dad discovered that WOMADelaide would be held this March. Before I knew it, we had flights booked, campground locked in and tickets purchased.  He'd even coerced our dear Glynn-Morris friends from the Yukon to attend with us. And so they did. We met up in Adelaide and spent four days rocking out with 20, 000 other people, oblivious to the notion that corona could mean anything but a beer. 

Miss Adelaide, late one night as we meandered our way back to our tent, sighed and looked at me while she dreamily said,

"I wish I could live at WOMADelaide." 

Her little body wouldn't stop grooving to any beat or rhythm that we found. Her party spirit could out-dance mine and indeed it did. Shea stayed out late one night with the two eight year old's while I happily hit the hay. We have moved into a new chapter!

The Glynn-Morris cohort made our crew a real gang of fun-loving campers. They helped us sneak in booze and allowed for the spelling off of adults from child-duty. We orchestrated a Mums-At-Yoga session and a Sheamille night out. We adventured beyond the city of Adelaide post-festival, to explore the Yorke Peninsula and camp in an emu-and-kangaroo-prolific national park. We played and chatted and ate our little hearts out. We celebrated three birthdays while camping; I walked on by 40 and welcomed 41. We had a wonderful time. Strangely enough, though the last few months have been somewhat of a holiday for us, this time in South Australia felt like a well-needed break. We've been working hard, since arriving in Australia; figuring things, organizing, sorting, establishing, creating new connections. We've all been striving to orient ourselves and it's been tiring for us all. Having the chance to step away for a sojourn to South Australia, was an escape we all happily flopped into. Having dear friends meet us there and being able to slip into comfortable, familiar relations, was a balm we all relished. It was made all the more perfect because the reunion adventure was in a glorious setting.

Miss Adelaide, late one afternoon as we schlepped our way back from another deserted beach to our campsite, clearly forgetting that we have just moved into a house that is one block away from the ocean, looked up at Mountain Dad and dreamily said,

"I wish I lived close to the beach." 

      Photo credit Glynn-Morris

    Photo credit Glynn-Morris

    Photo credit Glynn-Morris