Day two Gozo island has been a big one….we started with a full cooked breakfast, included in our hotel deal….packed up Vivienne….and headed out around 9.30am….first stop Ta Pinu Church – it is a Roman Catholic minor Basilica and national shrine…

Beating the tourist buses and catching the end of a mass service we entered the sanctuary of the church…

Yet another example of the beauty and wealth of the Maltese churches..

Marble floors, oil paintings and shrines…

Also a very modest environment where we had to wear shawls over our shoulders and wraps around our shorts..

We then returned to the craft village for Carolyn to exchange her book, only to find the shop had closed for the next three days for the upcoming St Maria celebrations … oh well, she has 10 days in France and may embrace the French language (which is what her current book is written in)

Continuing in the same direction we carried on to Dwejra bay, a unique place that has an inland sea, from where we hopped on a little dinghy type boat and motored out through a cave to the open sea…

An area of Gozo coastline…with towering cliffs and coastal caves…

Blue seas

And quite a wave…which made Carolyn a bit queasy…

The skipper quite informative as he rolled us in and out of the caves…

Back through the narrow entrance…rolling through as the sea swells pushed us!

Temperatures rising rapidly…and a climb up to our car meant it was refreshment time and loo stop before circumnavigating the end of the island to our next point of interest…the 350 year old Xwejni salt pans (3 kms along the coast)

With three months of no rain….the rocks are full of dried salt ready for harvesting…

The girls not so dry however, dripping wet with sweat…and so ready for a swim… back in our little car, airconditioning working overtime and straight to Marsalforn for dip in clear blue sea!!! Another place that is the home to French and English tourists for their summer break…hope Carolyn was taking note …. So she can maybe read some of her new book!

The next leg was somewhat challenging, as mrs google took us up a country road, where we both leaned forward feeling we might tip backwards….Then down one so steep that I had to use the handbrake as well as foot brake!!! It was certainly the cross country route on the way to Mixta cave overlooking the golden sands of Ramla Bay….

Down into the cave and the opening framing this beautiful beach…

As close to the edge as one dared…

The vista of the beach and the turquoise sea…at least in the cave it was cooler and a little respite from the heading towards what felt like 40 degree temps in the direct sunshine…

Rubber jandals and slides not ideal for rock climbing but carefully we clambered our way out!

Not a cloud in the sky, the salt from our sea swim crusting on our skin…and sticking to our clothes, sweat dripping into eyes and ears…the big sights of Gozo ticked off…time to head back to the ferry terminal for our sea and land journey back to our home in Paola!

With a couple of hours in the tourist Mecca of Bugibba (in the north) on our drive back to visit with some cousins! An ice cream sundae kept the wolves from the door until we arrived home at 7pm…. Carolyn has showered, I have not….next on the agenda! Travel weary and with lots of new memories to keep!

Here in the heat haze of the Mediterranean (Maltese) summer the sun rises and the sun sets with an orange sky! And every day feels like a Sunday! (SUN Day)

However, Sunday actually took us back to Valletta to go underground….closed shoes, Hard hats (and hair nets) and headlight torches….we joined the tour of the WWII shelters, where the Maltese people spent three years in and out of these stone caves under the city of Valletta….as the most bombed country in the world was almost destroyed! A journey into the world of the families that survived the trauma of living in the damp, claustrophobic underground tunnels that originally served as the water reservoirs of the city of Valletta since the 16th century.

A humbling experience….sunday afternoon was the family Sunday late lunch with the cousins…very delicious as usual!

Monday found us with a few admin tasks to do….post office courier collections, washing as no rock cutting in process across the road and ….

A bit of plant maintenance…Carolyn got to work on the dead yukka leaves…a hangover from the drought (failed watering system) that preceded my arrival! Sad to say the fruit trees are still not showing any sign of life!

This morning (Tuesday) saw the beginning of our side trip to the northernmost Maltese Iskand of Gozo. We left home at 7am and caught the car ferry, arriving in the capital city of Gozo, Victoria at 9am…straight to the dusty carpark near the Citadel and walked down into the township for our (long overdue) morning coffee!

Before the crowds, who are this week descending on Victoria for the St Maria festival and public holiday on Friday…we spent a couple of hours wandering the side streets, tourist shops, charity shops, shoe shops and local Maltese shops…until around midday when we headed back up the hill for a wander around the citadella fortress! This is believed to have been inhabited by the Roman’s since the Bronze Age.

The cathedral upon entrance…

Climbing the stone steps to the exterior wall…

The internal remains of the inhabitants dwellings…

And the view from the wall to the northernmost coast towards Marsalforn.

From here we drive to DBeigi craft village, where Carolyn purchased a Malta/Gozo coffee table book….only to realise later, it is the French version…so tomorrow we will be visiting this attraction again!

The afternoon was getting very hot and the gals were drenched in sweat, so any further tourist attraction visits were aborted, as we headed to our destination for the evening….St Patrick’s hotel (seaside view) Xlendi Bay! Possibly one of the most beautiful places in this part of the world!

After a swim, we wandered around the point…before heading back to the hotel (rooftop) terrace for a quiet drink and swim in the pool…until we were both ready for a good hearty dinner….we had already checked out the numerous restaurant menus and settled for the hotel option (as guests we received 10% discount)

After a cocktail in the shade behind the hotel we settled in to our waterfront table for the evening!

The sun had gone behind the cliffs and the temperature had dropped to a pleasant 29 degrees! We both have been craving a good steak and veges (for me), salad for Carolyn…

The tour boats were coming to rest for the evening, people were still swimming, ducks were cruising from one side of the harbour to the other….as we enjoyed our food and refreshments!

Topped off with an Irish (and Baileys) coffee, a glass of wine (with dinner) a mere €3 ($6) and the special coffee $4 ($8) … some things are definitely cheaper here!

Carolyn has been here for five days and things are heating up literally…temperatures rising! Yesterday the tourist activities were halved due to these gals wearing out before the day was done…

We did hit Mdina – the silent city, before the crowds. Or did we? A couple of laps of the carpark before a space became available at 9.30am!

First time visitor (Carolyn) to this ancient city one is always overawed with its hilltop location and limestone heritage buildings…, again by 11am it was filling up with tourists! We switched towns to Rabat (across the road) and wandered through the residential side streets towards St Paul’s shrine! And the WWII shelters – next on the agenda!!

Old people we were – children we didn’t have… only people and cats would have fitted down some of these streets!

Gasping for fluid as the walk was little longer than necessary.. we found the Square (and a little more history) in front of the church! The boat people (off the cruise ships) busting out of Mdina into this town too..neither of us felt like going underground … so (reluctantly???) settled for a cool drink and decided a book reading resting afternoon was needed…

This morning, Saturday, we bussed into the capital city of Valletta, again before the crowds! Crossing the bridge and through the walls of Valletta (a city established in the Knights of Malta era in the 1600s)

Upper Barakka gardens is a must see and past the government buildings..this appeared…

A very tacky blue archway(photo opportunity for visitors) spoiling the magnificence of the historic sandstone government buildings!

The view from upper Barakka gardens remains one of the best in Malta! Looking back at the three old cities of Birgu, Cospicua and Senglea!

We were looking forward to a coffee here, but we were assaulted by the wine festival stands and no seats around the usual cafe….standing room only (for tonight) – no wonder I fainted at this event last year! So we moved on and found a side street cafe to sit and enjoy…

Finally a pic with the two of us!!! Some nice passers-by did us the honour and actually took about 10. I might add all of them capturing our best!!! Deeper downtown towards the tip of the city…we walked through archways…

Side streets and odd shops, even I had never seen before…

This (closed) antique shop with about 2 inches of dust on all its wares…,proving how old some of this merchandise is…..and just as the water ran out…we stumbled on a cafe with a rooftop terrace… first beer of the day..,,terrace all to ourselves!

With the view to the entrance of the Grand harbour, where all the cruise ships, super yachts, private boats and tourist tours pass through!

Refreshed after our beer and loo stop, Our walking tour continued towards the lower Barakka Gardens, passing the maltese summe baches on the edge of the city and harbour!

And into the gardens..usually a less travelled destination….however the cruise ships must have added this to their suggestions of “must sees!” and it was teeming with tourists…

Still a nice green area to wander around as we watched the midday fireworks from the middle of the harbour send puffs of smoke into the sky…

We soaked up the welcome shade of the trees and sea breeze…

Both getting a little peckish by this time, we walked along the Harbourside..

Past the traditional Maltese homes with their colourful doors and balconies….back to the ferry to take us to Bormla and our “Rouge Cafe” for lunch!

A Cisk(beer) for me and a chocolate milkshake for Carolyn, we settled back in the shade and under the fan (this keeps the flys away) and our food didn’t come…..we eventually asked after about 40 minutes and the poor girl was so embarrassed she had forgotten, that not only did we receive the platter ordered it was accompanied by a free drink each! Win Win all round!

The day started a little slowly with a saunter to Paola, coffee and Carolyn’s first introduction to our local shops!

By the time we returned our washing was dry and the afternoons sightseeing set out before us…. First on the list….the luzzu cruise around the blue grotto!

€10 euros each and we were stuffed into a boat with 6 others and off we went….

As usual the caves and water were spectacular, however as for our guide/driver he fell short…having done this trip several times I expected the usual commentary and banter…. I think he muttered 2 sentences on the whole journey and didn’t give us a second over his promised 20 minutes, it was like a race to zoom around and get us off and load up for the next pay packet! Little disappointing for Carolyn’s first experience…

We did manage to wave at a passing luzzu as we roared back into dock…time for a cool drink on a terrace cafe…

and Carolyn wanted a small snack….

We shared! It was huge and a mere€3.50!

Then back to Vivienne(car), the day the hottest in a while and firing up the air-conditioning on the downhill parts of our ride through the refugee camps (in the south) of Hal Safi and on to Birzebuggia…the freeport container port which lies south of Pretty Bay…

By this time the sea looked rather inviting but on closer inspection we realised it was not very clean….Next stop….Marsaxlokk….the fishing village….

A wander through the street (souvenir laden) market and a coffee! A large for me and small for Carolyn…

Careful what you ask for….this is the hugest coffee I have ever been served. While I managed to drink two thirds of it….this is the first time I could not finish! Thank goodness it had two handles as one could not lift with one!

After this we drive to St Thomas bay and had a dip (swim) in the waterhole to cool off….

We then carried on around the south coast to the three old cities….and out to the Senglea point….to realise that it was a great day to not visit Valletta (the capital city) as she was dwarfed by two huge cruise ships!

And to add insult to injury there was yet another one in the dry dock area around the corner….

Nearing 4.30pm it was now time to visit the Alice Springs cafe for a cool beer on the Senglea waterfront.

Yes those are my knees….cool breeze, cool beer and lots for Carolyn to take in!

The evening is upon us and we are home after a brief supermarket visit….ready for an early night and more adventures tomorrow!

As Carolyn’s dream was to jump in the Mediterranean Sea, we went all out (and up and down)!

In the north of this island of Malta is the well known Golden Bay….with golden sands and a massive hotel, with all the tourist traps..

This is not where we went although we did get a good view of it from the cliff top!

Arriving early….9am….our destination was the other side of the cliff “Riviera beach”

Aptly named for its turquoise sea, rolling waves and gorgeous beach babes… Carolyn rocking her summer vibes!

Yours truly nervously getting as close to the edge to snap a good shot!

Ok, then the fun began – I had warned Carolyn…we had 500 steps down and 5000 steps up when our day was done!

Having safely navigated the down bit….it was coffee time before claiming our patch on the beach…as we were early we felt time was on our side….however the steady stream of people started rolling in and we spread out our towels and dived in the sea!

Stuck our nose in our books and ignored the world for an hour or so…while noisy Italians and tourists hired their chairs and brolly’s all around us … by 10.30am it was a sea of orange chairs and white umbrellas….

And it kept building, meanwhile lying on towels we held our ground in prime position as we dipped in and out of the sea!

Enough sun and too many people (they also thought they were mountain goats) had arrived so before the lunch rush we took the prime (again) spot in the cafe and ordered our lunch…

A “monkey business” for Carolyn and a “frozen pina colada” for Sue! Followed by a chicken burger and chips…ok so not so exotic in the food stakes with a lot of bun and chips….but gave us the carbo hit for the climb ahead!

As I mentioned earlier….5000 steps up (while actually the same amount going down – it felt like 5000 up!)

A few “little” rests on the climb and we made it unscathed although somewhat hotter and with an elevated heart rate!

We called in to visit the cousins on the way back and took a side trip to decathlon (sports shop) and Lidl(supermarket) on the way home…yes getting slightly lost in the backstreets of Qormi…due to one wrong turn! And we get to see more of the place while we are here!

We are now two again, Carolyn from Brisbane has joined me for the remainder of this years European journey….she arrived yesterday arvo….exhausted from a 30 hour ordeal!!! The things we do for a little bit of paradise on the Rock of Malta!

After a twelve hour sleep she was brand new…so we started the tourist adventures….leaving the flat at 7.30am and walked to Bormla for our morning coffee…

Rouge Cafe… the best coffee in town…I then realised it was the Birgu street market day (even though last week I decided it was not worth visiting in summer) but Carolyn’s first time here….might as well see the place!

We wandered up the hill and Carolyn got her first glimpse of the grand harbour… feeling like she was in a fairytale! After the hour or so in the street market we headed off to our planned taste of history….

Sitting on the wall of the bridge to the Malta at War museum and WWII shelters…lucky us….we were just in time to join nine other punters and get dragged off on a guided (at no extra cost) tour of the underground shelters!

But first we had to hairnet and helmet up as the tunnels were low in places…then off we went down into the tunnels… our German/Italian guide running off like it was a race….ironic that he was of this heritage as these countries were the ones responsible for the bombings and the necessity of the underground shelters ….. but to be fair he was passionate about his history knowledge, although I felt a little weighted towards the fascist regime that almost bombed Malta to the ground!

An hour or more underground, while we were led from one area to the next…it was pretty warm down here and at times hard to breathe, one can only imagine what it was like with up to 500 people (we were only 11) up to 12 hours at a time with no water or food! We then took a (self guided) tour of the museum and all the war artefacts- cannons, guns, bombs, medals and navy attire!

By the time we left it was nearing 1pm…as we strolled through the decorated (in readiness for the feast this weekend) streets…

Carolyn realising that you are either going up or down….and that Malta is not a flat rock!

The bunting in all its glory in this historic town (Birgu) where there are no new apartments and all buildings are renovated to heritage building code….

To the town square…the religious statues (barring me) all out of storage adorning the square…down past…

The doorway to heaven – near the church opposite…kinda looks locked….

Bells ringing and doors open…enough culture for us today….a wander along the waterfront marina to an Italian cafe for a cool drink and snack!

To walk or not to walk (from here) the 2.5kms back uphill home…an easy decision as we waited in the nearby bus stop.

After returning from Sardinia, the breeze kept the temperatures very manageable in Malta…not so good for swimming as the seas chopped up!

The Birgu street market on Tuesdays, which is the largest market in Malta, is definitely on summer time ..,stalls are sparse and unless you want fruit and veggies, underwear, socks and cheap knock off shoes probably not worth a morning out at this time of the year!

Jill flew to Sicily on Tuesday and I have been doing home stuff pretty much…

An afternoon trip to Rabat with the cousins for a drink…

Giving Vivienne a bath..,and washing pavements, and picking up trash outside after the feast….meanwhile….

Trying to get washing dry on terrace in between block cutting and clouds of dust!

Visiting on the doorstep with the old lady across the street, who has just got hearing aids and not adapting to them very well…of course it’s so loud for her do they get turn down and one still has to yell to have a conversation!

The beauty of having a garage in Malta is you never know when you can get out (or in) – mines the white door behind this car that used my entrance as a street park!!! To be fair someone (in the neighbourhood) usually knows whose car it is and so far I’ve not had the hassle of having to get them towed!

The joys of construction, parking issues and water cuts seem to have been a theme this week…but all part of life on this Mediterranean Rock!

Sunday, first day back in Malta, a morning trip to Mdina, the Silent city on the hill in the middle of the island was anything but silent! The usual absence of cars was not a thing! And horses and carriages and humans….we were in and out in an hour as the objective was to visit the Maltese glass shops! Job done we headed home and parked up Vivienne…

It was feast day in our town…

The square was closed and the buses diverted…so we walked to the Three cities to meet the family for Sunday lunch…

At Wild West restaurant….a very Maltese sounding venue! The breeze was nice and the day very pleasant!

I finally got my hamburger that I had been craving for several days.. After a cocktail stop for dessert, not really needed but everyone wanted…we came home and crashed early to the background noise of the fiesta music and fireworks!

Mondays excursion was a trip to Valletta to visit St Catherine’s monastery and the secret garden and, on the next block, the Black Friars Museum and St Domenic’s basilica (church) – a two for one ticket at the exorbitant (not) price of €13!

St Catherine’s Monastry, no longer an active nunnery, but founded in 1575 to house female orphans and girls in trouble….The internal courtyard garden….surrounded by the living quarters was silent and peaceful, the stone buildings enclosing this garden housed the utility rooms, burial chambers, chapel and sleeping pods!

Washroom, bedrooms and laundry

Kitchen, ovens, rosewater making apparatus, chapel…

A place of calm and simplicity!

The rooms all accessed via an arched, covered walkway circumnavigating the garden!

And walls adorned with the usual religious monuments of the catholic religion.

Nowhere is complete without a cat here in Malta, this guy trying to escape as I suspect some of the interned young girls of the past did…

And no garden is complete without a succulent bloom…the only plants that flourish in the Mediterranean summer!

Then it was off and around a couple of blocks to the Black Friars Monastery and St Dominic’s church..,

This was a great time to visit as all the bunting (red velvet) had been put up on the walls in readiness for the church feast celebrations. This is still an active church and monastery so the monks quarters were not accessible…

Silver candlesticks and famous oil paintings were out in every corner for the celebrations…

St Dominic statue out of his corner and in the middle of the church – prime position

The order of the day was red velvet, Chrystal chandeliers, gold, more gold and silver! These Maltese churches have a wealth behind their doors that we find hard to comprehend!

This church was established in 1571 and has stood the test of time, escaping the bombing damage of Valletta in World War Two.

History lesson over…we were once again out on the streets of Valletta…

Walking up.. to find some lunch and a cool drink..

The Irish pub was the location of choice… for the next couple of hours…in a side street with the breeze keeping us cool, only interruption was a hornet the size of a bumble bee that decided to join us for lunch…the Maltese ladies at the next table said we don’t want to be stung by this guy as we would end up in hospital!

Today is Jill’s last day in Malta before she heads off her next adventure…so we are going to hit the Birgu street Market!

The last two days in Cagliari (Sardinia) we felt like old hands – knew where we hadn’t been and where we wanted to revisit. Our hotel smack bang in the middle of old town meant we could head off in any direction to explore.

The mornings were great walking weather and on Thursday we headed to the port and wandered around the harbour before breakfast..

Slightly overcast as the sun rose through the clouds

And burned off to a blue sky day…

The home of Luna Rossa Prada is here, the one our kiwis beat out to win the America Cup last year in Barcelona…

And where our own Peter Burling will be for the next challenge as he jumps boat to the Italian Team!

Meanwhile a cruise ship rolled in to disembark all its boat people for a day in Cagliari…

A familiar face, the old seagull, catching the morning breeze on the Seawall boulders! A welcome change from the rafts of scavenging pigeons in the town centre….

Back to the hotel for a coffee and pack the beach bag for a second day at Poetto beach…now heading for the bus with confidence! However…

The closed cafe streets all open up in the mornings for the delivery trucks and cars and it is a “humans take second place” affair! As you dive in and out of doorways to let vehicles pass!

We decided to get off the bus early and see if we liked one of the many beach clubs at the southern end of the beach! A slight mistake, as the walk from this end to where we ended up was in the blaring sunshine and considerably further than anticipated! We also needed a loo stop (of course) and the public toilet was a bowl set in the ground and smelt like the long drops on a summers day! One does what one has to do…and finding all the southern end beach clubs very crowded we continued the 3-4 km walk to the tried and true, less populated, option from the day before….the drop bag and first dip in the sea was possibly the best thing that had happened all morning!

A book read, several swims, a snack at the lido and back to the hotel (bus) for a cool shower before the evening dinner selection! Actually we did have to take a stop after the bus ride for a refreshing cocktail to round off the afternoon!

Now our last night of eating options….I had spied a cafe the previous two nights, which was always full, where its patrons were eating bowls of mussels! I had to have these before I left!

Entree size and about 30 mussels in a tomato flavoured soup! Just as good as they looked! I did share a couple with my travel buddy, but cleared the bowl and drank the soup (mostly) selfishly to myself!

Yesterday was our last day, and we weren’t flying back to Malta until the evening, so we packed and stored our bags at reception…and visited the local church that had been our window view for the last four days!

Starting our day with steps (again) we had the place to ourselves and walked around it to its piazza….where like every tag-able wall in Cagliari, this one also sported the locals artwork! Tagging is still definitely a thing here!

We had a little peek inside

Before we headed off (on foot again) in the only direction we had not explored towards what we had worked out was the modern shopping mall…and it was…there were a couple of tricky navigational challenges until we worked out how to cross the highway!

The mall was a modern affair with lots of shops with sales (or salads as they are called here) air-conditioned and nothing we felt we needed to buy!

Nearing lunchtime and a little foot (and leg) sore we thought to take a bus back…ok not so expert on the buses…we walked…dodging the plethora of dog poo that adorned these residential streets of this newer part of town! Another 40 minute walk spent looking at our feet …. for obvious reasons…we did not want to get to the airport smelling of dog poo!

With another two hours before we had to collect our bags and head to the airport, we once again investigated the eating options…not at this point realising we had saved the best for last! A beer or wine + a ciabatta roll with ham,cheese and tomato + a cappuccino for a mere €12 and as I paid the bill, the waitress gave us a shot of a local liquor to top it off!!!

Full and relaxed…we collected our bags and took the train to the airport with our two hour check in time to perfection…

Or so we thought…two hours turned into 5 as there was an airport strike in Italy, which again we only found out after clearing a manic customs! Then to top it off…another 40minutes after boarding the plane due to a technical “issue”. We finally arrived back at our Malta abode after 9pm!

After a degustation at La Nonna Rosa (seafood option) last night, breakfast this morning was an unneeded event….just a bit of takeaway fruit.

We then went to the downtown area to wait for the information centre to open…packed with beach going items and flamingo hunting eyes!

The tourist train, waiting for its day to begin also…together with the park pigeons…

Drinking from the water fountain….

And sitting atop the centre park monument…sometimes you’re the statue and sometimes you’re the pigeon – this morning the pigeons were ruling the roost!

The information centre opened at 9am and we left after collecting a street map, none the wiser how to catch a bus to Poetto Beach and the flamingo reserve…other than it was an orange bus and left from over there (a wave if the hand for directions) …bearing in mind over there was the bus station with numerous bays to choose from and no mention of the bus colour!

We finally boarded a blue bus with Poetto on the front…which headed off in the general direction….on the way we spied a couple of flamingos flapping away in the salt pans, before arriving at the last stop having had three policemen board the bus just before arrival (with only us and one other man still on board!) Oh oh! what’s going on here?….and it was a ticket check…rather an overkill for three (paid up) passengers…

As we disembarked we found a beach lido, as a bathroom stop was needed, and had a coffee…there was a beach club in front with brollies and loungers or the free beach area to the side.

We decided to splash out €12 each and take a chair for the day.. dived in the Chrystal clear water with a wave rolling in!

Very pleasant for an hour or so, reading peacefully until the wind came up and the clouds rolled in…actually got a bit chilly, so we went back to the lido for another coffee (and restroom stop) around midday.

Then it was off in search of these infamous flamingos…we had to cross the main highway to the wetland area, which we couldn’t enter but got some great views of the pink salt pans (still no flamingoes)

We walked about a kilometre along the edge of the highway playing dogems with the highway traffic…as no pavement or barrier on roadside…

The salt pans were rather picturesque, however we gave up on the pink flamingo hunt…and headed back to our beach chairs…

The sun peeped through the clouds a bit and we had another swim in a sunny moment…then we felt raindrops…so packed up around 3ish and beelined once more for the lido cafe …this time for a beer, gin and a late lunch of salad. The rain shower was a 5 minute wonder, but we decided we were somewhat ready to make tracks for our hotel shower..

The rain had warmed up the afternoon, and an almost cold (hotel) shower was the wake up call we needed, before hitting the streets again for our evening outing!

There are hundreds of pink flamingos in the Indian souvenir shops around our area…may just have to be content with buying a €3 one to remind us of what we may have missed!

We found a snacks cafe and had a drink, only to be joined by two old guys…yes we are old, but they probably had 15-20 years on us…they scuttled their chairs to our table and we had no conversation as they spoke no English and we spoke no Italian…so they just kind of leered at us, it was a bit creepy. We very quickly sculled our drinks, paid our bill and left to find another venue!

Still full from our late lunch we both agreed a dessert and Irish coffee was the order of the evening!

Tiramisu for Jill and red berry cheesecake for Sue… perfect end to a pink beach day!

Just realised my travel buddy has crashed…so that’s me for the day!!