Palm Cove - Day Twenty three

Dear Lola, 

Time to pack our belongings up yet again as we make the journey to Palm Cove. We don't know what to expect of this town, our accommodation was a mystery deal when we booked it, and we were pleasantly surprised when we are informed that we were staying at the Novotel. Our comfortable room overlooks the lagoon style pools, infamous croc water slide & restaurant. It is surprisingly peaceful as we have a bunch of palm trees providing privacy & shade to our balcony. Nothing is over two stories tall in this town, so there is that nice sense of wide open space.

We stroll into town and discover a little piece of paradise. A long, tree lined street  with the ocean on one side and busy restaurants and shops lining the other. The bricked street has a posh feel to it, although the tastefully coloured buildings & relaxed vibe of the place gives it a bohemian edge. The huge, towering palms that line the road explain the name.

Several islands are visible from the seashore & jetty, and when I ask Marty whether or not he would swim to one of them for a large sum of money, the short answer is no. Crocs are a big risk in these waters!

The evening is spent swimming in the pool and dining at the restaurant. Lola, you haven't been eating very much of late, and the reason is soon unveiled as a big tummy laugh exposes that one of your back molars has cut through.

This explains your higher than normal dependency on your dummy over the last few nights. Oh and Lola, we have to use code words around you now as you are just too much of a smarty pants. Code word for dummy is any German word we can think of, which makes us laugh, especially when Marty says "should we give Lola her bratwurst?"

Better get some rest now as we are off to Green Island tomorrow.

Your mama