Published on March 3rd, 2011 | by Ann Rickard
My Noosa – Paradise
Lest we forget that we live in absolute paradise.
Lving in Noosa is the closest we are ever likely to get to heaven. We all know that. But how often do we open our eyes and our minds to everything around us and enjoy it with all the wide-eyed enthusiasm that tourists do?
” We’re going to browse down Hastings Street, I don’t suppose you want to come,”
Sometimes it takes interstate house guests to get us out of our langour and have us really enjoying our beautiful town.
A holiday at home can be an uplifting experience. Whether you chose to holiday for a day or a weekend, you can really see Noosa through different eyes if you pretend you are a visitor.
” We’re going to browse down Hastings Street, I don’t suppose you want to come,” my Melbourne friends said, thinking I’d be so used to the experience it might be a bore.
But I did want to go with them and we strolled in the sunshine along the famous street, taking our time to linger in some of the chic shops, being offered a small glass of icy juice on the street from the juice bar, drooling over jewellery, hand bags, shoes, stopping for a coffee at Aro mas, a beer at the surf club.
The experience was as exciting as it was simple, and something I hadn’t done in far too long. A boat trip up and down the river took on new meaning through their eyes: their gasps of joy at the green North Shore, the pelicans, the boats, only matched my own murmurs of pleasure at the beauty of it all.
Walking in the cool of the early morning through the Noosa National Park not only had them enthralled, it had me under its magical spell as well.
Spotting dolphins at play at Boiling Pot might have enchanted my guests but it did wonders for my spirit also.
“Do you really see dolphins often?” my friends asked. Well, yes…actually. And koalas too.
“Is it always this lovely here at this time of year?” they asked. Well …yes actually. Even the fast and furious storms were thrilling and add to the sub-tropical feeling.
I My friends telephoned when they arivrived back in Melbourne.
“It’s nine degrees here, freezing, we have the heating on,” they wailed. “Do you realised how lucky you are to live there permanently?”
I do. I do. Even more so after my little holiday at home.