the coldest night in sydney all winter, and we venture out for ice cream.

sometimes, i think me and boyfy have lost our minds.

scene -  at home, cooking up a delicious meal for dinner in the crockpot, watching french food safari which may or may not have been featuring the worlds most incredible vanilla ice cream.

all of a sudden - beanies on, scarves on, coats on, gold coins in pockets. before i know it, we're eating ice cream in 5 degree weather. and getting in a bit of NYC planning.

i can't explain it. 

everyone else was getting late night coffee and hot chocolates. not us.
not the crazy ones.