So we've been planning a weekend getaway for the last two months, the weather has been so good we just needed to get to the beach for a break. I locked it in and booked an apartment with ocean views in Caloundra. Thanks to some asshole depression named Oswald our weekend away has involved a wild, windy walk along the beach, swimming in the pool while it pisses down, a sauna, and lots of coffee drinking and reading the weekend paper. The early morning beach swims and beach-front dining plans have gone awry. Thank Jebus we brought the coffee machine and the red wine.
Private 2cm plunge pool on the balcony
keeping us sane
epic beach views...