This weekend has been pretty quiet, although we managed to get up early Saturday morning and make a trip to Kuranda. Ever since I showed Steve the pics I took of Barron Falls just a couple of weeks ago, he was very keen to go and see it for himself. So we went.
As you can see, the falls are just as impressive but we found this lookout where the views are even more magnificent. Steve was telling me the story of how, many years ago, they climbed the mountain just behind me with his brother Phillip until they reached one of the pools. They had planned to have a swim in the pool to cool off a bit. I was thinking what a hero my boyfriend, and his brother, was, until he admitted that they climbed during the dry season, when there’s hardly any water in the Barron River. Not so brave after all, is he? Anyway, I must admit that climbing these rocks is pretty brave, whatever season of the year. So it seems, after all, he’s still my hero.
The rest of the weekend was fairly quiet. Sunday morning we met up with a couple of people from Colombia, who got us to book their trips and accommodation for them. Last night they were off to Airlie Beach, where they will be visiting Whitehaven Beach and Hayman Island, two of the most beautiful places in Tropical North Queensland. Good luck, Alejandro and Dora, hope you have a fantastic time in Australia.
Later on, we enjoyed the visit of one of Steve’s extended family’s member: his cousin Trevor. He is in Cairns to give a lecture about kinesiology.
And Sunday evening was cooking time. We will be hosting a Spanish night next Sunday and there’re a few dishes I would like to cook. But since I had never cooked them before, I thought I’d better try them first. As you can see in the pic, I wasn’t so successful, so I may have to rethink the menu. However, Steve only left one of my cheese ‘croquetas’, I guess the result wasn’t as bad although the look wasn’t so appealing.