Letters to G: Letter # 6

The last few days have been good in a lazy relaxing by the pool, eating and sleeping kind of way. I was envious of the skinny brown people around and decided I wanted to be brown. Within an hour I was burnt.. Lachie keeps looking at me shaking his head saying “silly.”

Laura (the ballroom dance instructor) reminded me “you can’t go from moontan to Mexican bronzed after one day of solid sun, gradual Liv, gradual.” I can see Laura's point, but I am not the patient type. I just want to be brown.

For breakfast, language barriers caused me to accidently order 3 breakfasts.

I knew by the guys face that something wasn’t right but we couldn’t understand each other so I just went with it.

I asked for scrambled eggs on toast with a hashbrown.

I got a plate of toast (made from something that just isn't bread) and jams.

A plate of scrambled eggs with a condiment I shall call gravy and some chip things.

And a plate of pancakes with ham and bacon!

On the other hand, dinner was amazing! I ordered a flaming kebab, that was served to me, on fire, sticking out of a pineapple face head. Some might find Mr pineapple head disturbing but from now on this is how I want all my chicken served to me.

Food Glorious Food!!

Salsa and Guacamole, a complimentary dish in just about every restaurant!

Lachie's favourite breakfast! Scrambled eggs with capsicum, tomato and onion. Served with spicy potato's and real bread.

Below is my favourite breakfast! or what is left of it. I couldn't wait to take a photo, I just wanted to eat. Banana Pancakes! and I don't even like banana.