Perth revisited - Returning to the City

The morning opened to peaceful stillness and gentle stream of sun lighting the room. I’m under the snuggled under plush blankets and laying on my feather pillow. This is what I call a holiday! Alright get my booties up and be ready to get soiled. Walk down the farm and meet the hungry llamas, sheep, goats and horses awaiting their breakfast. Kick up sand you walk down the vineyards. Pluck fresh figs and grapes, rubbed them on your shirt and have a go at the juicy fruits. It was a gorgeous morning… My first farm stay, but definitely not my last.

From the farm to the city in a barely 2 hours. Wanting to sink our teeth into some strudels from the infamous Corica’s we were met with disappointment as they closed at 12noon. Since our craving for decadent desserts were not satisfied we went to Subiaco to find a compatible mouth watering equivalent. We found two in fact… Lemon tarts from Subi and Wagamama’s ice cream!!! (I highly recommend both!)

At Wagamama's

After indulging our sweet tooth, we drove down the Great Eastern Highway to our hotel for the day. Julian told us the name of the place – Formula One Hotel. He even gave them a tagline (definitely not one to be used for marketing purposes) “Fast to come, fast to go”. It was tiny with a double bed and a double deck crammed into a puny room. You had to stand to one side to close the toilet door. Definitely not a recommendation for claustrophobics.

That night we had dinner with an old church family friend. The children had grown up in Rangers before migrating to Perth. So meeting them was definitely anticipated. I could barely recognize them as they looked 100% ABC. Lot’s of chitter chatter and food.

I left to have supper with a not-so-old-friend by the Swan River. Lovely night, lovely restaurant, wonderful weather and pleasant company. How much catching up can you squeeze in 2 hours having not seen each other for 2 years? Lots!