A perfect Glenelg day
This weekend the sun was shining and Glenelg was looking beautiful.
Once the sun starts to come out in Glenelg it gets harder and harder to find somewhere to eat on a Sunday. The people of Adelaide love to eat out. We had learned from our past disappointment and so we had booked a table at our favourite breakfast place, the Mediterranean Ristorante.
As luck would have it, we were given a great table, unfortunately not outside, but in a private little nook.
We ordered our coffees and waited anxiously for our fix. As always, the coffee was perfection. As always, we said how we were reluctant to even stir it.
Sean ordered the Mediterranean breakfast, and I couldn’t resist the french toast. It consists of four pieces of sweet, sticky hunks of bread all mapley and eggy and cinnamony. There are delicious cinnamon apple pieces, banana, strawberry and amazing vanilla cream for dipping every bite into. Mmmm.
Sean’s breakfast had charred chorizo, bacon cooked to perfection, fat slices of sourdough with butter, spinach, mushrooms and the most perfect poachers either of us have seen. (unfortunately the bread is blocking them in the photo!)
We were like two people who had never eaten before, oohing and grinning through the whole meal.
Afterwards, we walked towards Jetty Road, enjoying the sunshine. Sean pointed out that we take those big blue skies for granted over here. When we are back in Ireland if the sky was that clear and blue it would be a rare event. Shades of grey is the usual.
As we neared Jetty Road we realised that the Christmas parade was on. So we stood and watched the bizarre event.
I find the Southern Hemisphere to be very kind of odd when it comes to Christmas. I know that the fact that it is really hot means they couldn’t have the same Christmas traditions as us, but the Christmas parades they put on are strange. There were cheerleaders, baton twirlers, a kindergarten gym class being carried by their parents, and lots of random things, like people with giant broccoli heads and strawberries wearing yellow jumpsuits.
We stood there for a while, took a few photos, but couldn’t shake the feeling that this was weird, so we continued down the road until we ended up by the beach.
There were old police cars on display, as well as a group doing a sausage sizzle for charity. That’s one thing I love about the Aussies, any excuse for a sausage. They smelled so good, I was tempted to get one despite my full stomach.
Then we walked back home along the beach, taking our time to enjoy the beautiful day.
We went to get supplies for a barbeque, after deciding that we should skip our usual weekly shop and just enjoy the day. We bought some drinks to toast the nice Glenelg day. Then we feasted on prawns, corn on the cob, sausages, chicken skewers and fritters. It was delicious.
The alcohol, sun and good food meant that we were in bed drifting off my 10pm. Certainly not a wild weekend, but a pretty perfect one all the same.