On the rock

I'm on the rock and literally (I'm in Newfoundland). On Saturday I went to a wedding and was forced to wear four inch heels. Apparently they're the comfiest four inch ones but to my it was torture. I'm too you anyway to be strapping torture devices on me feet so I"ll be free of them for a while- the sparkly red pumps I mean. The weather here is very unpredictable. On Wednesday I was forced to go on a trek of death. A 2km hike around Signal Hill. 2km doesn't seem to bad but try saying that while climbing up rocks and iddy biddy stairs in the blazing sun. I can't talk much seeing as I promised myself to no longer linger over...anyway nice talking to ya..tata...sarah