Australia was fantastic. Amazing. Fascinating. Delightful. Exciting. I could rave about it for days. At the very least I'll probably rave about it for at least a few blog entries. I suppose I could group my entries by topic, like scenery, wildlife, activities, observations, or I could go the route of chronologically retelling the story of our trip.
One thing I'd like to mention before I start, just because it might be important later to my recollection skills: Once upon a time my parents took my sister and I on a trip to Europe. Before we left my parents bought each of us a blank journal and required us to write in it each day while we were traveling. It was a great idea and it's something that I continued for every major trip I've been on since then. This time around I again bought myself a nice, new journal, excited about recording my adventures in Australia.
Except this time I was terrible at writing in it. I'm so disappointed in myself. I only have entries maybe every third day, and then when I do have entries I'm trying desperately to go back and cover things I wanted to address but didn't. It's a right mess. This trip was just different. I think it's because I have different right-before-bed habits. On all my other trips, I'd get ready for bed, write for 20-30 minutes and then turn out the light. On this trip I was with Zac and as is usual for us at home, after getting into bed we'd sit and talk for a good long while before drifting off to sleep. I just never got into the routine.
I only say this because I was thinking of using my journal as a cheat-sheet of sorts for blogging when I got back. And now my notes are poor so my blogs might seem a little out of order. Forgive me if I seem to skip around chaotically or if I get my days wrong.
Let's get this show going:
While we were at the Opera House we picked up our ticket to Madame Butterfly. We had ordered them online before we left. Yes, Zac was willing to go to the opera. To be totally honest, it was his idea for us to go. He figured it would be something that I would enjoy. Awww. How sweet is that? We picked up our tickets and about five days later we were back at the Opera House decked out to enjoy our first opera together.
2 comments:
Whew, I'm glad you made it back. I was worried that on your return flight you'd be sucked down onto a mysterious island by an electromagnetic discharge released by a mad Scotsman living on that island in an underground hatch.
At least, that's what TV has led me to believe happens when flying across the Pacific from Sydney...
Looking forward to hearing more about your trip.
Looks incredible. Can't wait to hear more!
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