When you are on a road trip you try to see everything. You visit museums, local sights, geographical formations and any other points of interest along the way.
You have time and you make time.
I guess that's what you are there to do.
Since we arrived in Exmouth a few days ago we have driven up to the Vlaming Head lighthouse, we have climbed up on the steps, on the window and on the anchor. We stood on the cliff and watched the whales. We visited Jurabi Turtle Centre observation point and we swam and snorkeled at Turquoise Bay. We rode our bikes into town, visited a local market and drank coffee at a cafe. We looked at the reef from a glass bottom boat, ran up and down and up and down an enormous sand dune, looked at a ship wreck and at town beach. We have been good little tourists.
I guess three months of touristing has me thinking about the life we lead at home. We live in one of the most gorgeous areas in our state. Thousands of tourists flock to our town every weekend to take in the sights and do the Daylesford thing. But not so much us. We are so busy running around after our lives or so busy recovering from running our lives that we rarely appreciate our town and all it has to offer.
Yesterday we met a woman who lives here in Exmouth and rarely visits the beach. Fancy being so close to some of the most magnificent beaches in the world and not remembering to make time to swim.
I don't want to have to be a tourist to remember to swim. When we get home I would like to discover our area from time to time too. Go for walks and bike rides and drives in the gardens and in the forest, swim in the lakes, explore the galleries, go camping, visit nearby towns and other farms. Explore. Make time.