I felt a lot better this morning so I downed some more tablets, packed a picnic and we headed to Noosa for the day. 

Along the way, from the freeway, we spotted a huge carpark full of cars which seemed to be on an oval. There were quite a few Winnebago type vans parked and this was a huge clue that there was something to see that tourists might be interested in. We took the next exit and found ourselves in Eumundi at their famous markets. These markets spanned 3 whole blocks and meandered through the park. There was little chance of seeing all the stalls because there were so many little avenues that we walked down which led onto another, then another. There were many hand made items and we marvelled at how creative and clever some people were. The food on offer was plenty and while Ray and Caleb enjoyed some mini cinnamon donuts, I spotted some Tibetan “Momo”. It looked right up my alley, vegetarian with lots of spice. I tried to convince Ray to share a plate with me (they had to be purchased in 5’s) but the look on his face told me I had no chance! 
When we had given Caleb a spell in the playground, we moved on towards Noosa. 

Noosa is lush and green and very tropical. All the roads leading into the town are lined with palm trees and green foliage. We headed for the National Park which is very close to town and sat down to enjoy our lunch. It was then that we discovered a problem. I had forgotten to make the boys sandwiches. We have a picnic lunch most days of the week when we are out and about or when on the road. I have a kind of ritual for preparing it all. I can’t work out how I forgot the sandwiches.(Must be the remnants of my head cold or the medication creating brain fog or the fact that no one ever helps – but that’s a different story). Luckily, my salad and the boiled eggs along with some snacks were in the bag. We made do with what we had and thought we could find a bakery in Noosa later. 
After our makeshift lunch we took a walk down Hasting Street, Noosa’s main road. The shops were all boutique shops, very upmarket and uber expensive. Even though this is the low season, there were plenty of people around. We noticed a lot of well dressed retirees lunching and a good mix of backpackers with surfboards too. We made our way to the beach so Ray and I could wet our feet. Caleb has declared that he doesn’t like the beach anymore so he guarded our thongs on the boardwalk and watched us in the water. As we returned to the car, we chose some nice holiday apartments right on the beach that we could possibly return to one day for a holiday. My favourite was “Netanya”. Net – an -ya. ( Annette and you). Get it?

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On the return trip we pulled into a fruit shop along the road. Local fruit always tastes better than the supermarket and we try not to buy any there anymore. We bought a couple of oranges for the vitamin C top up to help our sniffles and we hadn’t left the carpark before they were eaten. Ray was sent back for more. 

We called into Maroochydore so Ray could fulfil his promise of another playground for Caleb before we got home. I decided to curl up in the car and have a Nanna nap (well I am an Oma) and I woke 30 minutes later with numb arms. I’m not sure what is so tiring about my present lifestyle but sleep is a bit like chocolate to me. The more I have, the more I need!