What a beautiful reflection, Sherry. As one of those bottle dancers, it was an honor and a privilege to share that tradition (heh) at your wedding.
Also: I want to visit that flip-flop tree.
And: I'm really glad we call them "flip flops" now, rather than what we called them when we were kids - the rather unfortunately named "thongs." How things change over one's lifetime...
You can find the flip-flop tree on the north side of Old Bar Road, just east of the turnoff to Wallabi Point, in New South Wales. Here's an approximate pin, though I can't promise it is entirely accurate. 😉
I only spent a week in NSW, back in July of 1990 on the mission trip with Natalie and Brent. Looking forward to getting back someday - Oz is high on our destination list, though I admit the Siren call of Scotland might take us back there before we go anywhere else again. I so loved it there - I truly think I could live in Scotland. And if things go south in November, maybe I'll have to. :/
What a beautiful reflection, Sherry. As one of those bottle dancers, it was an honor and a privilege to share that tradition (heh) at your wedding.
Also: I want to visit that flip-flop tree.
And: I'm really glad we call them "flip flops" now, rather than what we called them when we were kids - the rather unfortunately named "thongs." How things change over one's lifetime...
Thanks, Scott. Good times.
You can find the flip-flop tree on the north side of Old Bar Road, just east of the turnoff to Wallabi Point, in New South Wales. Here's an approximate pin, though I can't promise it is entirely accurate. 😉
https://maps.app.goo.gl/hJvozqmnN2njwFq28
I only spent a week in NSW, back in July of 1990 on the mission trip with Natalie and Brent. Looking forward to getting back someday - Oz is high on our destination list, though I admit the Siren call of Scotland might take us back there before we go anywhere else again. I so loved it there - I truly think I could live in Scotland. And if things go south in November, maybe I'll have to. :/