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Despite so much dithering, despite the snowstorms of doom.
Flying to Australia involves the night that will not end. I got on a plane in the evening. I landed in LA, in still the evening only, y'know, earlier in the evening. And then you have like 11 more hours of night before you catch up to the dawn. But that's ok, because I got on the plane on Thursday and got off on Saturday. So basically Friday is converted into one very long night.
Sydney is lovely. Yesterday was 80 degrees. So humid my ponytail turned into a puffball. My nasal membranes rejoice.
Yes, MIL, I did the free walking tour. It was lovely. Lots of different protests going on all over the city, including one for American gun control begging American ex-pats to vote. (I guess timed to match March for Our Lives?) On happier note, lots of lovely public art.
It was cloudy for much of the morning, but the sun came out right as we got to the harbor. Perfect pictures!
My coworker and I then got some lunch at the Rocks. (Yes, Dad, we went to the craft fair. Lots of nice stuff, although nothing I felt compelled to take home.) Looked at pretty, pretty, wildly expensive opals. Went to the little history museum. Then walked all along the harbor, to the Opera House, through the Botanic Garden.
Now I'm off to the Blue Mountains for a day trip.
Flying to Australia involves the night that will not end. I got on a plane in the evening. I landed in LA, in still the evening only, y'know, earlier in the evening. And then you have like 11 more hours of night before you catch up to the dawn. But that's ok, because I got on the plane on Thursday and got off on Saturday. So basically Friday is converted into one very long night.
Sydney is lovely. Yesterday was 80 degrees. So humid my ponytail turned into a puffball. My nasal membranes rejoice.
Yes, MIL, I did the free walking tour. It was lovely. Lots of different protests going on all over the city, including one for American gun control begging American ex-pats to vote. (I guess timed to match March for Our Lives?) On happier note, lots of lovely public art.
It was cloudy for much of the morning, but the sun came out right as we got to the harbor. Perfect pictures!
My coworker and I then got some lunch at the Rocks. (Yes, Dad, we went to the craft fair. Lots of nice stuff, although nothing I felt compelled to take home.) Looked at pretty, pretty, wildly expensive opals. Went to the little history museum. Then walked all along the harbor, to the Opera House, through the Botanic Garden.
Now I'm off to the Blue Mountains for a day trip.
