It's Sunday and I'm in an incredibly posh resort-type hotel in Coolangatta. Sandra has gone to collect her mother; they're staying in a hotel further up the Gold Coast and I'll join them on Thursday afternoon. This is the part of the holiday that we weren't most looking forward to, but it"s the bit that's made the rest possible.
I'm here for a kind of up-market leadership training event for University administrators in my area of work, and I've figured out that most of the 'Faculty' are approaching my age or older than I am and really experienced leaders, so maybe it won't be too scarey. It's spread over nearly five days and four nights; if it's boring or irrelevant it's going to be a looong time. The internets are horribly expensive here, but this time it's a work-related expense so I can ignore it. I've sorted out the air-conditioning (won't go when the balcony doors are open, that's good once you figure it out), put some washing in the little machine so clean underwear is beginning to feel like a possibility again, hung up clothes, showered and am ready to relax with a book for an hour until the work thing starts.
The hotel is full (almost literally) of defence veterans and their wives/husbands/partners here for a reunion. I felt quite in the demographic in the check-in queue - lots of Vietnam Vets, I'd guess, with the odd Korean War fellow thrown in, all they're middle=aged to elderly.
Updates when I've got more of a feel for what's happening.