I feel fortunate that I'm now in a position where on certain rare occasions, I am able to travel just to attend a particular event.
I think about the suffering that my parents must have gone through when they were young. Far from home in a foreign country, with the important events of friends and family all happening far from them. Out of reach. Only experienced when recounted to them in a letter or on the phone. It seems strange now that when I have a friend in another state invite me to their wedding, I am happy to jump on a plane and fly over to take part in what is effectively just a party.
Still, as far as I'm concerned, it also presents another opportunity to travel. Another opportunity to go somewhere I wouldn't have otherwise gone.
It was because of a wedding invitation that I decided to go up to Noosa in Queensland. A good friend was getting married and she invited me to join in the celebrations.
I didn't know all that much about Noosa, other than it had long been known as a holiday location of choice for the rich and famous in Australia.
Arriving there, I quickly understood why Noosa was so beloved by so many. It was beautiful. But beyond just being blessed with incredible natural surrounds, it was also surprisingly high end. The buildings on the main street were restrained and surrounded by lovely draping trees. It gave the entire area this subtle and gentle moving light.
My friends, being the amazingly considerate people that they are, arranged for all of the guests to be taken on a cruise along the waters to the reception venue.
The entire areas really was undeniably beautiful. I have no idea what people in this area do for work and money, but it's definitely a nice to spend your time if you can.
Maybe it's more of a holiday spot rather than a place to actually live.
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