My sister Katie and I hopped on our bikes yet again to pedal around town, stopping to browse at organic markets and to sun ourselves on the sand. This is Broken Head Beach near Byron Bay where Jack Johnson supposedly has a house.
On the way here, Katie totally bailed in front of a group of junior-high school students. Rather than help her up, they commented on how “sweet” her helmet was. Ah, gotta love prepubescent boys. At least she was wearing a helmet: After her fall she laid on the ground laughing for so long that I had no idea she actually got hurt. When she finally did pull herself together, three dark bruises the size of quarters already marked her leg.
That’s my little sister for you: Always laughing even if it hurts. I love that she reminds me not to take myself (or life!) too seriously.