You're waiting for a Train

You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope the train will take you, but you can't be sure, yet it doesn't matter. 

After waking up on a damp mattress with a slightly damp and sandy tarp over me, wild birds walking all around me, I packed everything up and walked down the road to the cafe that sits on the marina. I ordered a nice expensive breakfast. Apparently they forgot about my order so I was told it was free of charge. Awesome! 

Now, time to catch a train, at a station that felt deserted. Like I'm on the outskirts of Limbo, lost in a different world. When I arrived at the Ourimbah station I asked around where I could use a computer. The local college across the bridge. I walked and walked some more. After finding the Uni library I messaged the host family I'd be staying with and I learned that Ali works right behind the college.

Ali picked me up at 2:00pm and from the very first moment she treated me like I was her son. So welcoming and warm and loving and accepting.

Driving on the mile or so long road to their house I see some kookaburras sitting on a wooden fence, just sitting so peacefully and looking at me as we drive past.

 This is now the third caravan I've lived in and this one is the nicest. Two beds. No spiders. Thank heavens.

Gotta have dat mozzie net.

Upon entering the home Ali offered me lunch as we were having a nice chat. Moroccan soup with flatbread. So good. I met Geoff, Ali's husband, and their three sons. Chill dudes! Sam. Darcy. And Toby. 25, 23, and 11. The rest of the afternoon was spent napping. The rest of the night was spent reading, walking, tea timin', and having some good ol fashioned conversation.

Sammy!