Tuesday, 3 October 2017

When will we learn

So, two years ago, I was staying at Mandalay Bay in Vegas with some hot to trot females.


We took in a country music show during our stay. I don’t know if our most recent assailant harboured a particular  disdain for Country music or what caused the attack, but I feel lucky. The overwhelmingly arbitrary nature of this attack is horrifying. We lost a 23 year old Canadian young man. A 34 year old mother is missing. 

Now, living in Australia, I’ve become aware of (through media broadcasting, I’m not politically attuned, but I’m not a moron) that Australia has set a precedent for restrictive gun laws (http://theconversation.com/if-lawful-firearm-owners-cause-most-gun-deaths-what-can-we-do-48567). The 1996 Port Arthur Massacre that left 35 People dead, cause Hohn Howard to intervene. 
That the massacre occurred in the Australian state with the weakest gun laws was just part of the equation.”

Howard responded to the event within 12 days by implementing a gun reform. Data appears to support this implementation, even if been subject to scrutiny (as it should be). 

The fact that numerous US politicians are refusing to acknowledge the direct connection of the most recent tragedy to gun laws is the real tragedy. 

They’re considering a law on gun silencers!? Are you kidding. Who needs a gun silencer? Criminals, that’s who. 

If it’s self defence, you want someone to hear that shot. If it’s for “good reason,” you don’t care if someone hears that shot. If you’re shoving someone into the boot of your car for later disposal maybe then you don’t want someone to hear that shot.

Just how deep does the NRA have it’s teach into federal pockets? 

Appears to be deep enough that the lives of average people are excusable.

Thoughts and prayers.

Just line my pockets. 


USA. Land of the free? Home of the brave? Let’s check the travel advisories... 

How is it that comedians can better understand the political implications of these events? Watch Jimmy Kimmel’s response:https://www.google.com.au/amp/nypost.com/2017/10/03/jimmy-kimmel-tearfully-rips-into-politicians-in-wake-of-vegas-shooting/amp/ .

Before people get temperamental, please remember that Kinder Surprise are banned in the US. A  chocolate present-containing egg. 

You can buy a gun more easily and legally than buying a kinder surprise egg. Unless they turn to the black market: http://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/food/eat/americans-have-been-denied-the-joy-of-a-kinder-surprise-until-now/news-story/27190629405fb975b8dc9787ce3c6422

Ignorance is bliss. Turn a blind eye. 
Case and point. 




Sunday, 27 August 2017

A Lesson in Vegetables with a side of Theme Bars

Lately, I've been comparing Aussie and Canadian slang and have found that vegetables, of all things, are quite differently named. 
 
Arugula= Rocket 😏
Romaine= Cos
Bell Peppers= Capiscums 
🍆= aubergine 
Green Onions- Spring Onions
To-may-to = to-mah-to
Po-tay-to = po-tah-to

Just kidding on the last one. 

Last couple weeks have been filled with theme bars! 

First stop: George's Bar, A Bar About Nothing. This little gen was found in the North side of Melbourne, in a little hipster hub called Fitzroy.

It was funky, quaint, and loaded with Seinfeld memorabilia. The menu had tasty little toasty named after Seinfeld characters, snickers/Twix served with cutlery, and, of course, pretzels. Probably to make you thirsty so you drank more.

I went there with my Canadian comrade, Amber, to meet an Aussie fella named Tim (whose birthday it was,) his friend, Tom (actually,) and Toms girlfriend Maddy. 

Let me tell you about Tim. Tim is a wry son of a bitch that I met a year and a half ago on an online page called interpals. It really was just as cool as it sounds. I was on there searching for Melbournians and Tim was looking for Moscowians(?).  We became friends/enemies, primarily due to Tim's unprovoked hatred for all things Canadian. That being said, about a year after we met online, Tim met me at the airport and gave me my first taste of Melbourne down in the notable suburb of Brunswick. Shortly after, he returned to Russia to corrupt young Russian children by teaching them the Aussie ways. 

Tim returned to Melbourne for Russia summer holidays with a little Russian language and ice skating skill and has since returned back to Russia to continue making mad cash. 

Anyways so we celebrated Tims birthday at the Seinfeld bar and it looked a little something like this:















 After some meandering about and late night pizza, we went our separate ways. Amber and I get to the Flinder's Street Station at approximately 2:15. We look for our next train departures. Ambers was at 2:50, mine at 3:09. So we bought some Lord of the Fries- I got a poutine- chowed down and then went to our separate platforms.

My train is then delayed by ten minutes.

Finally, I board the train at 3:19. I ride the train, not far from some super drunk, scabby woman (no, it wasn't my reflection,) for nearly an hour. 

It was as though I'd taken a bus trip to Winnipeg. Melbourne is huge. Especially for this small town girl. 

Last weekend, Amber, our Canadian friend, Robyn, and I visited a pub a little closer to home that put on a Harry Potter themed night. It was strange. Drinks were interesting. Tried some butter beer. The music was some creepy mystical music that played on repeat while some strange montage of Harry Potter clips that were put together in the style of The Ring.

Free photo booth though.












I stayed  at Amber's that night and we left Saturday morning to check out a city not far from Melbourne called Bendigo. 

Bendigo is a city of about 111000 that has a significant Asian influence due to the Gold Rush of 1851. It took us about 2 1/2 hours to get there.

It was nice to be in a car after so much time on public transport. 

I haven't driven in nearly 5 months! 

I will give it a go though, I promise.

We checked out a Chinese Dragon Museum, a vértigo inducing lookout tower, a giant old cathedral, Chancery Lane, and a park that was home to 100s a grey headed flying fox. Fun little day trip!

When, I got home, I crashed and ordered pizza.






























This last weekend, I became real friends with one of my gym friends (meaning we hung out outside the gym). I crashed her friends fortieth birthday party. Really good group of people and far too much wine. I actually turned in a little early. Had to be done. Old Kate over indulged.

Borrowing a couple pictures from Tanya to prove that I'm actually making some friends.



Really not a very flattering picture of me. I'm pretty sure I looked better in real life. But a very appropriate drinking vessel!

All in all, I'm really enjoying my time here. I can't believe it's nearly been 5 months! I'm definitely looking into extending my Visa. 

Ta-ta for now sweet friends :)

Monday, 31 July 2017

Hypothetical Rhetoric

Well, I've had myself some days. We just had our break between term two and three. I completed my 6 week of block teaching primary and, while I'm grateful for the opportunity, I'm happy it's over.

I'm not a primary teacher! Even grade 6. To my elementary school teacher friends, to youse, I tip my hat. I mean sure they're cute and they love you, but do they ever shut up!? I did have some 9s and even some 10s that were similar. But, I can reason with those noisy pukes. 

All in all though, it was a good experience. Enjoyed the staff, the kids were fun in a non classroom context, gained some Aussie references- all good things. 

Took some fun pictures with the kids 


Had some drinks with my coworkers 

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Just kidding, they were a pretty tame bunch. 

Following the end of the term, I moved from my cozy (cosy, if you're in Australia... ridiculous,) suburb of Gardenvale, further from the city center, out to the suburb of Aspendale, which is far closer to work. No more 5:30 wake up calls! 


Picture from my bedroom. Yeah, that's water. Yeah, there's a beach there. Yeah, my roommate and neighbours like to have fires. So good! Worthwhile move for sure.

Oh and in the brief window between the end of term and my move date, I got to let loose, Canadian style, with a new Canadian friend of mine, at a Canada Day celebration down at the Wharf Hotel. Air hockey, fooseball, caesars and poutine. Oh yeah.... ! 


Ok, so I moved and had a relatively quiet week before jetting off to Brisbane for a hostel stay at "Banana Benders." 

Surprisingly, I wasn't concerned about the name. I was concerned about bunking it with a bunch of twenty year olds. 

Not the case. There was quite an age range. Multiple nationalities too. It was a good experience and as annoying as the top bunk was, I really enjoyed meeting these new people. Basically being forced into social situations. My ambiverted self can be a little resistant to socializing at times. 

Day One
One of my favorite days. I woke up, made breakfast, got a coffee (chai turmeric- it was ok,) asked the girl working there for directions to the city, and just started walking. 

I first happened upon the Roma Street Parkland. Basically a massive garden/lizard sanctuary off of one of the biggest streets. I got lost in there for a few hours. Had a glass of wine while charging my phone. 




 
Unfortunately, a number of my pictures didnt save properly :(

Once I made my way out of the Parkland, I continued to explore and ended up at a French Festival in Southbank. There I ate a bunch of cheese out of a bread bowl and listened to French music. 

I left the festival and just walked through the beautiful Southbank region. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. Just frickin' beautiful.


That's probably the shittiest picture I have, but it saved. So, you get what you get.

Made it back to the hostel in one piece.  

I guess I should mention that I arrived Friday evening and enjoyed some drinks with my new hostel friends and the above meanderings happened Saturday. 

Day One- After Dark
So my new friends invited me out on the town. Two 19 year old German girls, a 26 year old Finnish girl, 31 year old French guy, and we met up with a 24 year old Canadian girl. 

Most clubs will not accept international drivers licenses as a proper form of identification. So I'm about to get belligerent with my passport in the my pocket of my jacket/sweater thing.

I can actually feel people cringe after writing that. 

Just wait, I'm not done yet. 

The drinks went down. The music was classic 2000-2010 hits. Right up my alley. We are dancing and singing and drinking and having fun. In the middle of all of the fun, I get warm. 

I say to my new Canadian friend, 

"Man, I want to take my jacket off, but my passport is in the pocket."

Guess what? She offers to put it in her purse for me! I said it before and I'll say it again: Canadian Camaraderie is real. 

So we got into the piss and have a great time. Memories of the night are a little spotty, but the next morning I wake up without my passport. I was smart enough to get her contact information. I message her and she still has my passport, thank goodness. She sends it over to the hostel with another girl that we went out with who is staying at the same hostel. 

Was it stupid of me to give my passport to someone that I'd just met that night? 

Yes it was, luckily, what should have happened happened. She was a good, honest person and did exactly what she said she would. Take care of my passport for me. She could have been a criminal or a delinquent of some kind, but she behaved how a decent person should have. 

You cringed again, didn't you? 

Another incident of absolute trust in a stranger occurred that weekend. I was the stranger this time. My hostel roommate ran into a problem in that she lost her debit card while traveling and couldn't access her accounts. Since I have an Australian account she asked if she could transfer $400 to me and I would withdraw it for her.

Sure, no problem. 

So this woman that I met only a couple days prior, transfers $400 into my account. It arrives the evening before I leave. Who's to say I wouldn't have just lied about receiving the money and taken the money and left. 

Was it kind of stupid to transfer a complete stranger money? Yeah, I think so. However, I acted as a good, honest person and gave her her money. As a reasonable, good person should.

Being suspicious of everyone you meet is no way to live. Intuition isn't infallible. 

Had I lost my passport that night, I would have kicked myself for being stupid and not protecting an important document better. 

For not making a smarter decision.

I'm sure people would have chastised my new friend for transferring money to someone she barely knew had I run off with it. 

Does it feel like I'm leading up to something? 

I am.

I'm about to tread on thin ice in lead boots.

Bad people exist and bad things happen. We need to take precautionary measures and protect ourselves. 

This is an issue I have with the argument people have for, specifically, women wearing provactive clothing in vulnerable situations.

 I'm not perpetuating rape culture. 

I'm simply saying that bad people exist. People that aren't in control of the mental faculties. Sexual deviants. People on drugs. 

A woman should be able to wear whatever she wants and be left alone.

A family should be able to leave their home unlocked and not have to worry about being robbed.

A traveler should be able to hold money and their passport in their pockets without worrying about being pickpocketed. 

I should be able to ask a fellow traveler to hold my passport safely for me and have it returned to me.

My friend should be able to transfer money to someone and have them withdraw it and give it to her. Without fear of being ripped off. 

Unfortunately, criminals exist. Crimes are committed against good people. 

My van was stolen from me years ago. One of the first questions the police asked me was if the doors were locked.

Apparently, if they were unlocked, it could have affected my insurance claim. Isn't that blaming the victim?

Anyways, I just worry that while women are taking a stand, they're making some risky decisions. There's a reason I put my hood up and wear tattered grey sweats if I venture out alone at night. 

I've made some dodgy decisions in my day and have been fortunate. Had something gone wrong, I would surely have assigned some blame to myself. I know better and should take proper precautions.

Ok I'm done with that now.


Anyways for real this time. I'm continuing this post two weeks later. School has been busy, but good! These are quite brilliant students and there are high expectations put on them. I did a homework check one day and 90% of my students had completed the work!!!! I can assign after school detentions! Ah discipline instead of empty threats. 

I've been settling into my new place and I'm really enjoying life! The days are starting to warm up! It was 18 degrees on Sunday. A nice warm, winter day :)

With spotty internet access and limited data, I've found my thoughts wandering on the daily. 

Playing out hypothetical situations that will likely never happen. 

Indulging in day dreams. 

Thinking instead of scrolling.

The process has been nostalgic. I revel in nostalgia. It's even been overwhelming at times. We so often forget about the world around us. Sometimes, when the day to day monotony sets in, even though I'm in Australia, I forget to look around. To appreciate where I am. 

I took a walk along the beach a couple of days ago. The reality of where I am became very apparent. The fact that I'm walking in a beach that's located 10 meters from my home. Looking up at the unfamiliar constellations in the sky, yet the same moon I'd see back home. The unending water. 

Now, I'm not an emotional person. Maybe at one time I was, but I'm not anymore. This extended moment gave me that bubbly feeling in my stomach. Like I finally understood. Understood what? I don't know. It was like a lightbulb went on and I got it. 

I love where I live and I'm grateful for everyone that helped me and supported me on this adventure.










I'm gonna cut this post "short," so I can start another fresh this weekend. 


When panoramics go wrong. 

I'm actually into this picture 

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Good Fortune Becomes Her

"Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity." 
-Seneca 

Or sometimes you just happen to be in the right place at the right time. The stars align and magic happens. 

This past week and a bit, some incredible things have happened. 

First, I interviewed and got a contract at an amazing private school called
Haileybury. They had been having troubles finding a science teacher mid year and then my name came their way and things panned out. The school campus is 1x2km and gorgeous. I will be teaching 3 classes of grade ten science and one grade nine. 

Perfect fit, right?

I will have a lab tech who will set my labs up for me and help me out if need be! I have been assigned a mentor and a coach to help me figure out the day to day going ons of the school. I'm going to be making a shit tonne wonderful salary. The pros just don't stop.

Ah but alas, the dreaded downfall, the commute by public transport is still over and hour both ways from my current location. 

Did you catch that? Current location. Yes, I'm moving again. For the fifth time in 2 1/2 years. Moving to a place that is only twenty minutes away from my new school. Close to the train station which runs on the line near my gym. Oh, and you can see the beach and water from my bedroom. Just beyond the fire pit and BBQ. If you didn't already know, I love all of those things. The building is full of people my age. There is, apparently, a communal kayak. 

Everything's coming up Kate! 



At the moment, I'm waiting in a tattoo shop to get my very first tattoo. A thigh piece that is a Canadian themed compass. I've had a few people ask why I'm getting a Canadian tattoo in Australia. 

I'm proud to be Canadian. I'm proud of where I'm from. That's something about me that will never change. Never forget your roots. Where I started my life and lived the vast majority of my life will never cease to be a part of me. Your history, whether it were a positive or negative experience, will have a hand in defining your character.

I don't know how long I will stay here in Australia. 

The year? Two years? Forever? 

I'm really liking it and it's only just the winter. So much about a person can change, but being Canadian is a constant. Regardless of whether your past was a positive or negative experience, you are who you are because of it. 

It's kind of a big tattoo for a first one- go big or go home? 
 
 
 

It was kind of impulsive. I knew I wanted one, but when I made the appointment, I'd assumed there'd be a waiting period( 2-3 months?) and, as it happened, they had an opening the following week. So I went in, the artist had drawn something up from my rambling description and I just said, "Let's do it." 

Update: obviously, this post has been written over a few days (Sunday-Wednesday). Healing is going well and I'm still totally into it. No regrets. 


"Everything that happens, happens for a reason."

- Marilyn Monroe (?)

Everything that happens happens as a result of choices that have been made, mostly. Sometimes fluke, even senseless, events occur. When these things happen, how a person reacts to them will dictate the path their life takes from that point forward. I don't believe everything happens for a reason. Sometimes, things just happen and there doesn't have to be some deep existential meaning. 

As comforting as it may be. 

Our life is the result of our choices and our reactions. Choosing what moves you (taking the time to discover what moves you) over what your "supposed" to do or what you appear to be best suited for.

A friend of mine asked me for advice lately and it's began like this,

"I should want to..."

Which made me think, why should you want to. The social norm dictates that? You like what you like and there is no shame in that. There is a rapturous beauty that encapsulates someone who genuinely knows what they're all about. 

And lives that way unapologetically.

Something I've only begun to delve into. I'm thirty and only in the last year have really become totally comfortable with me. I know what I'm about. I have specific standards for myself. I use specific rather than high. Using the term "high standards" implies there is an inherent hierarchy of things. Some things are better than others and those are the things that capable people should strive for. Doing "less" would be a failure to meet one's full potential. Just because one has the potential to do something, doesn't mean it will bring them joy or a sense of a fulfillment. 
 

Now, especially in adolescence, I think it's important to explore all of ones capabilities. Don't know unless you try, right? 

However, just because someone is good at something doesn't mean they are meant to do that. It doesn't equate to a failure to reach potential or that society has been let down in someway. 

Whether it be the relationships you keep,  your career choices, or the place you call home, just because it looks good on paper, doesn't mean that it's the best option. 

I've had all three happen in the last 2 1/2 years. A long term relationship, that made sense from an outside perspective, came to an abrupt end- under less than desirable circumstances. I decided to forgo an opportunity to seek permanent employment in a school division where I'd built a reputation and had connections. Finally, of course, I moved 15000 kilometers from home, alone, to pursue different opportunities. 

I'm happy. My life is such an adventure right now. I've started from scratch, across the world, and, while some things feel familiar, excitement and new experiences lurk behind every corner. 

The difficult decisions to make challenging changes has left me feeling more fulfilled. Had I stayed in that cushy, comfort zone, my life would look fine on paper. It would look good actually. Real good. However, my insides would be slowly rotting until my unique essence became a shadow of my younger years and their tightly coupled ambition. 

Here, I am. 

Thirty, single, and far away from everything I've ever known.

 I have a feeling that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. 

Now, if my students would stop asking me when I'm going to get a boyfriend...
 

Monday, 12 June 2017

The Art of Turning Thirty in Sydney

I did it! I survived Sydney and the big 3-0! I had an amazing time and owe eons of gratitude to the lovely Sam Boongum and her wonderful boyfriend, Justin. I've never experience such hospitality! Definitely recommend Chez Boongum to prospective Sydney Vacationers. 

June 8, 2017- Day of the Dead: 29 years old

First though, I need to discuss the day prior to 30. I had a little celebration with my students at school. I'm the recipient of numerous drawings, cards, and chocolates. Even though they got a little bit hectic at the end of the day, I felt very lucky to be celebrated by students that I've only known for 3 weeks. 

Following that somewhat wild afternoon, I called and Uber to take me from the school to another school for an informal interview. This informal chat went well. I wasn't to have prepared anything as it was informal, but my thought process was when is any discussion about your potential career informal? I brought a portfolio of exemplars for good measure. I have been recommended for a formal interview and demonstration lesson (intense, huh?) on Friday. 

Oh, apparently this is one of the top and most prestigious schools in the country! 

Oh and it would be teaching secondary sciences. 

Oh and it's a private, wealthy school that could potentially put me in a good position to be sponsored for a second visa should I wish to extend my stay. I've learned through Sam it a difficult/expensive process to extend a Visa.

Fingers crossed for me!! I think my first impression went over well! The topic of my lesson is definitely more intense then Grade 10 science back home. Providing evidence for evolution including DNA similarities of cellular organelles. I've a little prep to do haha.

Anyways, I leave the interview feeling pretty happy and make my way home to finish packing and head out for some drinks with my new Canadian, teacher friends Amber and Robyn. We went to a cool little pub called, "Day of the Dead St. Kilda." Well, Kate had a few drinks and decided to arm wrestle the bartender. This led to his (preinjured) shoulder popping out of the socket and he had to go to the hospital. Oops... is that not how you make friends? I had a great time with the girls and the bar was a really funky and fun. There was an awesome young performer who did really unusual mash ups including a TLC/Ed Sheeran performance that I was really into. 
 


June 9, 2017- Day of Departure: 30 years old 

So I wake up an hour after I had planned on and have to call an Uber to catch my skybus to the airport. 

Katelyn does not feel good at this time. I hadn't quite finished packing so I haphazardly threw some crap in my bag and hopped in my Uber, who thankfully did not talk to me.

 Five stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I get to the airport- which is devastatingly far away- only to find out my flight is delayed by two hours. 

So I check in and go grab a beer (hair of the dog?) and grab some brekkie in a packed pub in my terminal. Here, I met an interesting, older, Tassie man who told me of his travels to a number of countries that I can't remember. He actually was going to be traveling to Canada 🇨🇦 in July! 

We cheers-ed, he wished me a happy birthday, and we went our separate ways. 

Following this, I spend a long drawn out 2 hours waiting for my gate to be announced and half sleeping on my purse like the champion that I am. After a small, shitty bit of Mcdonalds, I'm finally able to board my plane. My seat wont recline, so I slept for an hour and twenty minutes with perfect posture. 

I arrive in Sydney far too soon. 

I wasn't done napping yet. 

I leave the plane and text Sam that I've arrived. I quickly followed that up with a specialty juice from the airport food court. I then walked away from the airport to save a 5$ Uber surcharge. As I'm walking aimlessly, a Chinese lady asks me for directions. I tell her that I can't help her, yet she persists. So we walk together toward what appears to be a main road. 

The Sydney weather is SO much warmer than Melbourne. Melbourne gets chilly and with that moisture in the air, it feels colder than it is. 

Anyways, I'm collected by an Uber and pull into Sams apartment a short time later. So weird! Two small town girls meeting across the globe. 

I mentioned Sam was a phenomenal host right?

After a quick shower, Sam calls an Uber and takes me to the most iconic spot in Sydney. The Harbour Bridge and the  Sydney Opera House. 

 

Is this real life? 

We meet up with Justin and their friend Tianna and indulge in some cocktails under heated umbrellas in the pouring rain, all the while, taking in a light show called vivid.  

 

Oh and my hair, which was straightened, is at its pre-fro stage.

Cocktails are so expensive! Eighty dollars for a round of 4! They were delicious.

We followed up this by going to a German bar in the Quay. We shared a couple tubes of beer and some big German sausage platter, complete with Pork Knuckle. The bar had this hip groups of old dudes that belted out some classic hits as well as some Justin Bieber. Sam and Tianna became part of the show. Tianna rang a bell and Sam got to honk a way on a big tuba thing. Both did an outstanding job. I won't even mention Justin claim to fame that night. 

Me, I slowly got fro-ier and "happier" as the night went on. 

Tianna then found a door near the ladies room where you could hear the classic bass of the club scene. So we headed next door to a club called, "Argyle." 

Luckily, you didn't have to be wearing argyle to enter. We danced, drank, and laughed into the early hours of the morning. 

A successful 30th birthday, I'd say.

June 10, 2017- Day of Bouncing Back: 30 years and 1 day old

Woke up around 9:30(?) on a very comfortable couch. We shower and head to breakfast. 

Oh, yeah, you can see the ocean from Sam and Justin's apartment, which makes up for the fact you have to climb a million stairs to get there. 

After a 5 minute walk, we decided on a nice, little breakfast place near Coogee Beach. We shared teaching and traveling stories, while the rain wore itself out. 

Justin then had some laps to swim at a pool located near Bondi beach. Icebergs*****
Sam and I take on a coastal walk through a few beaches to get to the iconic Bondi Beach. Surreal to say the least. 

 


 

I have more photos hidden in Snap Story videos that I'm going to montage together after notable increments of time. 

We stopped at Bondi Ink to look at possible tattoos that I could get to commemorate hitting a milestone birthday in a highly sought after international destination.  The woman gave us some $20 vouchers and I made the decision to return the following day. Was I chickening out? I didn't "feel great." 

So we grabbed the vouchers and met Justin for drinks at a cool little place called, "Bucket List." 

We return to the apartment and I'm treated to the gourmet stylings of this lovely couple for dinner. Justin then pisses off to make some money Ubering around Sydney for the evening, leaving Sam and I unsupervised for a night out. We spent our night split between two bars just a stones throw from her place. 

Oh, Sam drove me back to the apartment! Two small town Canadian girls cruising the streets of Sydney on a Saturday. Despite a navigational error (that's on me,) and a couple accidental windshield wiper turn ons, we made it unscathed. 

The first place we chatted on the patio and enjoyed some beers. After making a quick exit to avoid some intoxicated, fist bumping enthusiasts, we made our way to the rooftop patio at the Coogee Pavilion. 

This place was bumping. We cut laps like Olympic marathoners in order to find a seat. People are really drunk and feeling each other up  enjoying themselves at this place. My favorite part was when we had to move downstairs and found a large basket swing (is that what you call them?) to sit in together. 

Word to the wise, it's a great way to make friends. We got pushed and rocked by so many strangers.

There was a hilarious, tipsy Australian girl who chatted us up. We knew we liked her after she introduced her friend by saying,

"This is my friend. He really hates being my friend."

We also got to bear witness to some hilariously dressed people that had come from a 90s party. Our favorite was a mullet-donning, cellphone belt clip-wearing fella that we affectionately called, "Wisconsin," due to the tshirt he was wearing. It was yellow. It had pictures of cartoon cats and dogs on it and had, "Wisconsin" written largely above a second bout of text that said, "Party Animal." 

He actually pulled it off some how. He attempted to share our swing the subtle charade movements and backing his big, old, juicy butt at us. No words. Nonetheless, we were surprisingly impressed. 

We capped the night off by dodging some creeps and running into a group of European expats. Two British, two Irish, and a German.

I talked to the one Brit for a while. Him and his friend were amazing dancers and I'd been mesmerized by them for a while. 

Amazing dancers from London who were in Melbourne studying medicine and neuroscience. Cool.

Oh, we actually capped the night off by getting crummy "loaded" gravy fries at McDonalds. Really quite disappointing. 

We saw many familiar pub faces at McDonalds. 

June 11, 2017- Day of Reckoning: 30 years and 2 days old

I wake up in Sam's roommate's bed, who was kind enough to let me stay in her room while she was away for the weekend. 

I'm rested? 

Again, I'm treated to a wonderful meal by Sam and Justin. Bacon and eggs :)

We then treated some rainbow lorikeets to a meal of honey on their patio.


 
 

We then made our way to the Harbour to catch a ferry to Manly Beach. Highly recommend. Ten dollar return trip. The beach is gorgeous, there's loads of surfers, and a number of cool restaurants and shops to check out.

 
  

We enjoyed some lunch at an Italian restaurant called Critinis, I think, at Justin's heavy recommendation.

I've never seen a restaurant with a menu that size. I took me forever to decide.

Ended up getting 4-cheese gnocchi. Every bite was so sinfully good. I'm not kidding. So rich and decadent. 

I can still taste it. It's currently made itself at home against my waistband. 

Damn 30 year old metabolism 

Delicious. We made our way down the beach and enjoyed the sights. Please remember, it is winter here. 
 


 

Every time I catch myself whining about the cold, I look at the above picture.

Sam and I went for one last coastal walk. This is where I realized the constellations are different here. You can't see the North Star! Whoooaaaaa. There's a whole slough of new ones that I need to check out. That, coupled with the beauty of the Sydney coast line, is enough to send a small town prairie girl into a constant state of shock and awe.

 

I'd planned on getting a small flash tattoo, but the shop had the incorrect hours posted online, so that didn't happen.. yet. A bare canvas for now. 
Seeing as I had to fly out early (7 am,) we kept it pretty tame and just had dinner at a cute little Thai restaurant in Coogee. A successful trip; such an understatement. 

What a way to enter my dirty thirties!!

June 11, 2017- The Day of the Return to Reality: 30 years and 3 days old. 

The alarm goes off at 5:00 am. I shove my possessions carelessly into my backpack, eat some candy, and put in my activewear to make my journey back. 

My ever-so-generous hosts graciously offered to drive me to the airport. I really can't thank them enough! 
 

June 12, 2017- The Day of Resurrection: 30 years and 4 days old.


Here, I sit, a small town girl, on a bus to teach a grade six class in Melbourne, Australia. 

This is my reality right now. 

Talk about a shake up.