Honeymoon.

This is Alec.

Alec is standing on what he calls reception rock. The only place in his workplace that he can get reception on his mobile phone.

Alec was our glass bottom boat driver and tour guide last Monday morning on the Ningaloo Reef.

Alec was an awesome guide. He was funny and interesting and inclusive and he didn't sound like he was reading from a script even though he has been running this tour for nine years.

Yes!!! You read that right. Alec has been running glass bottom boat, diving and snorkeling tours on the Ningaloo reef for nine years. And he loves it. He told us that he feels like he is still in his work honeymoon phase. He gets excited about coming to work every single day. He loves it so much that he has no minimum bookings, he'll run a tour for one person. He loves it so much that he didn't get offended when Miss Pepper asked very loudly why he talked so much. He thought it was funny.

Although the whole reef experience was pretty mind blowing, what really left me thinking was Alec and his attitude to work and life.

I want to wake up in the morning, every morning and be excited about my day. I want to feel lucky and love what I do.

Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't.

I remember before we left Daylesford waking up in the morning and lying in bed making lists of what I had to do that day. Instead of enjoying it, I felt like I was in a rush to get as much done before I hopped back into bed that night.

I don't know what that's all about because truly I am living the life I have always wanted to live. I have a gorgeous family, I live in one of the most beautiful places in the world and our business is ethical and sustainable and wonderful, I feel proud of what we do.

I should feel like every day is a honeymoon.

I have no idea whether it's a state of mind or whether I have to change some stuff around and simplify things but honeymoon is the end result I am aiming for.

Honeymoon: romance, happiness, excitement, love, fulfilment, good-will...

As far as I know this might be the only chance I get at life, so why would I want to waste one day feeling anything but.

It's something to aim for anyway.

What do you think? Do you love what you do? Do you think it's possible to feel excited about your day to day? Do you strive for honeymoon? Have you got any tips for me?

Happy travels. x

Turquoise Bay.

Earlier in the year, before we left home, I remember wondering about real life and whether it would sneak it's way into our road trip. Whether it would be possible to live a dream life for six months without it becoming reality. Whether there would be moments on our holiday that would be icky and uncomfortable and boring.

Looking back now, I think the last week has been a bit of a thud down to earth.

Indi and I spent a week COVERED in sand fly bites and ended up in an antihistamine haze, we had to spend a few days in a town waiting to get our car serviced, we had to spend time in fluorescent shopping centres buying supplies and prezzies for an upcoming birthday, we spent hours on the phone dealing with issues from home and we realised that we are more than half way through our trip and are in fact heading home.

Real life stuff.

But then yesterday we woke up really early in Karratha and drove all day long until we reached Exmouth. We all had excited holiday butterflies in our tummies. We were heading back to the beach.

This morning we woke up and drove to one of the most magnificent beaches we have ever seen.

Turquoise Bay!!

Turquoise bay is part of Ningaloo reef and the only beach I have ever been to where you can swim right off the beach and onto the reef. It was so exciting to have the fishies swimming all around us.

It was mind blowing to snorkle out a bit further and watch the gorgeous reef fish swimming about in the coral and watch our excited kidlets as they learnt to use their snorkles and watched the under water world beneath them.

We are a tired bunch this evening but so happy to be back living our dream.

We are back!

Have a wonderful, wonderful weekend friends.

Happy travels. x