It must be something in the air of the Gold Coast. I can’t put my finger on it. But over here, I don’t feel ashamed of anything. Everybody is in shorts and flip flops. I am of course no exception, which is unusual: I don’t like showing too much flesh.
That’s it, we are at the airport lounge, waiting to board. It feels a bit like the summer hols, except that it is Christmas.
How confusing! I have always dreamed of going to Oz, and it is finally happening.
I have carefully packed my beauty products to look presentable when we arrive. You can take the woman out of France, but not France out of the woman, I suppose. I especially like a bit of Argan oil to hydrate the skin and make the hair less puffy. I hope that it will work…it will be a long long flight…
I love traveling. It must be in my genes. So, will I love it? What’s next? I have no idea…
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London