Launceston was the first town that my family and I had come
across. My father’s memory being so clear about how picturesque this city was,
was no disappointment. Our seasickness wasn't pleasant at all and so arriving
at a family motel and sleeping in for four hours really in the morning helped us
recover. Once the slumber had ended, we all made out way to the town’s local
Saturday market and shopped all the freshest groceries with a baked croissant
in our hands.
The environment was so serene and the skies were an amazing
blue tone that even to this day onwards, I remember every single detail. Music
had been played, filling us with acoustic tunes and a melodic beat that
brightened the whole place. Kids smothered in their food with a cheesy grin
plastered on their faces, yup, I can remember.
Once the short trip had ended, we all went back to the motel
cooking with the only utensils available and made a nice beef soup for all. It
was nice, nice to see everything so simple and back in order from the horrible
night of seasickness.
That’s it for Launceston, stay blessed lovelies!
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