After my traveling through beautiful sunshine weather, exciting new cities, and fabulous beaches, it was bittersweet to head back to Melbourne. Thankfully I had three days of tours already planned to keep me busy and give my holiday a final kick. On Monday, I toured the Great Ocean Road. On Tuesday, I went to Philip Island and watched the Penguin Parade. On Wednesday, I took a tour of the Yarra Valley, riding Puffing Billy, going to a winery for a wine tasting, and spending time at Healesville Sanctuary.
I have to say I love Melbourne. It is a fantastic city full of wonderful things to see, do, and taste (I'm sure I have hinted at this before). Since I had spent a bit of time in the city I chose these tours to get me out of the city and exploring the more popular (but out of the way) regions of Victoria/Melbourne. Unfortunately for me, Melbourne decided to throw at me some classic Melbourne type weather. Monday was a day on the coast, and it was the coldest day of the year, getting to about 14 degrees (C). That's very bitter when with the wind and rain coming off of the ocean and your in flip flops, ripped crops, and a button up shirt without a coat or any way of protecting yourself against the elements. I was quite upset with Melbourne that day. There were beautiful sights, like the 12 Apostles, Loch Ard Gorge, and London Bridge, that if I was properly dressed (or the weather was cooperating) I would have stayed for much longer and explored. However, most of Monday was spent running out of the van, snapping one or two shots, and dashing back as quickly as I could.
Tuesday was an improvement. The weather wasn't much better but since I had a later pick up time I made a stop at Queen Victoria Market to find a scarf and a hot coffee to get me started on a warm note. Driving around Philip Island I got to see the famous motorcycle race track, the Nobbies (home to fur seals, little penguins, and great white sharks), and the day ended with the penguin parade. Every night, hundreds of little penguins (about a foot tall and only 2 pounds) make their way from the ocean to their burrow in the side of the land. It is the third largest attraction in Australia, trailing Sydney and the Great Barrier Reef. You aren't allowed to take picture of the penguins because the flash can disorient them and they may not be able to find their way back to their home. As a lover of animals, I was okay with this rule. If you're ever in Victoria, make time for this. The penguins are so adorable, and they make the craziest noises! After they come up on the beach you can walk around the boardwalk and get an extremely close view of the penguins finding their way home. These guys were too cute, falling, tripping, and running to catch up with their mates.
Wednesday the weather was perfect Autumn weather. It almost felt like an October day. Beautiful sunshine and crisp air made traveling on Puffing Billy, a historical steam engine, relaxing and enjoyable. Although I'm not a wine drinker, the lunch at the winery was absolutely delicious. Since I was traveling on a tour, there were several other visitors on my bus. Today it was an older crowd and by the time we arrived at Healesville my patience for waiting and explaining was spent. It was the basic kangaroos, koalas, emus etc., all of which I had seen before (multiple times). Healesvilles does, however, have a platypus and that made the trip a lot better. I have to say, they are the strangest looking creatures ever. Oh and did you know an animal is classified a marsupial not just because it has a pouch but because it has a non-placenta birth. I found that interesting, although after the tour guide said "placenta" for the third time I became more grossed out than anything.
Thursday was my last day on holiday and I spent an enjoying the sights, sounds, and tastes of the Queen Victoria Market. It is the largest open air market and holds everything you can think of-and most things at a reasonable price (but you can always talk them down). I finished up my gift shopping, indulged in some classic Aussie foods, and slowly made my way back to where my holiday started, Southern Cross Station.
Going on holiday in Australia can mean so many things. People do everything from jumping from hostel to hostel, to living on couches, to sleeping in tents on beaches. I have heard of other people taking months off from work, renting a RV and driving wherever the highway takes them. There is so much to see and do in this expansive country, and it's all worth taking a look.
I'm heading into my last week in Australia. There will probably be a few posts this week-my thoughts on being a female traveling on her own, frequently asked questions, and my reflections from this journey.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Hillsong
My Easter Holiday was centered on being at Hillsong for Easter weekend. They have branches in and around Sydney and Brisbane so I knew I would be aiming for those two cities. I didn't want to spend a whole week in Sydney, not because it isn't fabulous (see Sydney's post to see that it is), but because I wanted to get to as many places in the little time that I had. So I decided on the Brisbane branch. Brisbane was a city I wanted to see and I was going to the Australian Zoo so it all just came together nicely.
I have to say, this was the first time I have ever been nervous to go to church. Now I have been nervous at church before but it was because I was reading on stage or attempting to play the banjo, I have never been nervous to actually attend church. I have been lucky enough to be raised in the same church for my whole life so that place really just feels like home. A home I am missing very much.
On a tangential note: When people ask me if I am religious (in the awkward way that they do) I usually respond with something along the lines of, "Yes I was raised in the church" and some further explanation. It turns out Australians aren't familiar with that phrase and one or two actually thought I was raised living inside a church building. Needless to say I have stopped using that phrase.
Back to Hillsong.
On Good Friday morning I took a taxi and made my way to church. Yes, I said morning. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, is closed on Good Friday, so I guess that's how they are able to hold a morning service on a week day and still have high attendance.
I was expecting something huge and completely intimidating. I was actually picturing something like the People's Church in Nashville. Large campus. Large parking lot. But it's actually quite unassuming. The parking lot is pretty expansive but the church is tucked away behind a tire store. There's no huge sign, just a tiny addition to the street sign post that points you in the direction. If you didn't know it was there, you would drive right past it. It's building is mostly hidden and surrounded by trees so even though I'm sure the campus is very large, you are only exposed to the front. The foyer is mostly outside and has a small coffee stand that serves more than coffee but treats of all kinds. Looking past the main doors to the right you can see the youth part of the building (which I did not explore). From the outside you can walk into their Discovery Center, a place for guests and new members to have coffee, biscuits, and talk to members of the church. Inside is a small standing area that leads into the auditorium.
I was able to overcome my anxiety of large groups of people I don't know and introduce myself to a greeter, James, who introduced me to Celeste, who would be my church buddy. She warned me that she sits pretty close to the front and I said I didn't mind. What she meant was that she sits in the front row of the center column of chairs. I was such a geek. I was so excited to have such a great seat! Still nervous though.
The service was fantastic. Nothing over the top. Even though I didn't know the worship songs they chose, it was so easy to catch on and join in. 11,000 people call Brisbane Hillsong their home church. 11,000. But they work hard to make it more personal. They cover the back 7 or 8 rows of seating and use the ushers to direct people to empty spaces so everyone is next to someone. It didn't feel like a megachurch. It could have been a show. But it wasn't. It was about the message. Pastor Brian Houston gave the message and all of the branches were linked in and watching. It's hard to picture thousands of people all worshiping at the same time and taking part in the same message. Talk about being part of a body of Christ- you truly feel a part of something greater, especially when you see the packed stadium of people at the Hills branch in Sydney.
Easter Sunday was another great service. I met more kind people who were keen to make sure I had the best experience. My buddies for the day even gave me a ride home back to the hostel, saving me my cab fare. They mentioned that it's a struggle to make new people feel welcome, especially when people don't fill out a welcome card or approach everyone, but it's their mission and passion to reach out and make sure everyone can call Hillsong home. I got to hear from several different pastors on Easter Sunday morning as they tag teamed from branch to branch. The talent at that church extends beyond music; they have many godly leaders on their team preaching the word in an honest way.
They are opening a branch in Melbourne. I already love Melbourne, but with this addition, I would seriously consider making Melbourne home (if I didn't think my family would kill me ;)). I'm amazed that a church that started out in one city, in a country that doesn't fancy religion, has grown to include 2 Brisbane branches, 2 Sydney branches, 12 extension branches meeting all across Sydney suburbs, and a new branch opening in Melbourne. One church. It's truly amazing what God can do.
I have to say, this was the first time I have ever been nervous to go to church. Now I have been nervous at church before but it was because I was reading on stage or attempting to play the banjo, I have never been nervous to actually attend church. I have been lucky enough to be raised in the same church for my whole life so that place really just feels like home. A home I am missing very much.
On a tangential note: When people ask me if I am religious (in the awkward way that they do) I usually respond with something along the lines of, "Yes I was raised in the church" and some further explanation. It turns out Australians aren't familiar with that phrase and one or two actually thought I was raised living inside a church building. Needless to say I have stopped using that phrase.
Back to Hillsong.
On Good Friday morning I took a taxi and made my way to church. Yes, I said morning. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, is closed on Good Friday, so I guess that's how they are able to hold a morning service on a week day and still have high attendance.
I was expecting something huge and completely intimidating. I was actually picturing something like the People's Church in Nashville. Large campus. Large parking lot. But it's actually quite unassuming. The parking lot is pretty expansive but the church is tucked away behind a tire store. There's no huge sign, just a tiny addition to the street sign post that points you in the direction. If you didn't know it was there, you would drive right past it. It's building is mostly hidden and surrounded by trees so even though I'm sure the campus is very large, you are only exposed to the front. The foyer is mostly outside and has a small coffee stand that serves more than coffee but treats of all kinds. Looking past the main doors to the right you can see the youth part of the building (which I did not explore). From the outside you can walk into their Discovery Center, a place for guests and new members to have coffee, biscuits, and talk to members of the church. Inside is a small standing area that leads into the auditorium.
I was able to overcome my anxiety of large groups of people I don't know and introduce myself to a greeter, James, who introduced me to Celeste, who would be my church buddy. She warned me that she sits pretty close to the front and I said I didn't mind. What she meant was that she sits in the front row of the center column of chairs. I was such a geek. I was so excited to have such a great seat! Still nervous though.
The service was fantastic. Nothing over the top. Even though I didn't know the worship songs they chose, it was so easy to catch on and join in. 11,000 people call Brisbane Hillsong their home church. 11,000. But they work hard to make it more personal. They cover the back 7 or 8 rows of seating and use the ushers to direct people to empty spaces so everyone is next to someone. It didn't feel like a megachurch. It could have been a show. But it wasn't. It was about the message. Pastor Brian Houston gave the message and all of the branches were linked in and watching. It's hard to picture thousands of people all worshiping at the same time and taking part in the same message. Talk about being part of a body of Christ- you truly feel a part of something greater, especially when you see the packed stadium of people at the Hills branch in Sydney.
Easter Sunday was another great service. I met more kind people who were keen to make sure I had the best experience. My buddies for the day even gave me a ride home back to the hostel, saving me my cab fare. They mentioned that it's a struggle to make new people feel welcome, especially when people don't fill out a welcome card or approach everyone, but it's their mission and passion to reach out and make sure everyone can call Hillsong home. I got to hear from several different pastors on Easter Sunday morning as they tag teamed from branch to branch. The talent at that church extends beyond music; they have many godly leaders on their team preaching the word in an honest way.
They are opening a branch in Melbourne. I already love Melbourne, but with this addition, I would seriously consider making Melbourne home (if I didn't think my family would kill me ;)). I'm amazed that a church that started out in one city, in a country that doesn't fancy religion, has grown to include 2 Brisbane branches, 2 Sydney branches, 12 extension branches meeting all across Sydney suburbs, and a new branch opening in Melbourne. One church. It's truly amazing what God can do.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
The Brizzy B
Disclaimer: No one calls it that. I made it up.
Now I don't know if it was because I was coming from Sydney and I was comparing it in my mind or if it was because my hostel wasn't in an ideal location or what but Brisbane did not strike my fancy quite like some of the other places I have been to.
I hopped off my 14 hour train ride (okay I didn't exactly hop-more like trudged) and made my way to my hostel. It was quite early in the morning and once again I knew I wouldn't be able to check into my room right away. My plan was to immediately go to the Australian Zoo. Well, by the time I was checked in, my luggage stored, and I had made myself presentable it was too late to in get on the deal the hostel offered. So to plan B, walk around the city finding all of the wonderful things it has in store.
It was both a long and short walk. I found the city's botanical gardens and it was a beautiful walk that took you along the edge of the Brisbane River. While the Sydney gardens had bats (did I say that lat time? Oh well there are bats in Sydney's gardens) the Brisbane Botantical Gardens had large iguanas that kind of snuck up on you. There were several times when I almost abruptly ended an iguanas tanning time because I was so busy looking up and around and through my camera lens I didn't notice him until the last minute. Through the gardens I made my way to South Bank which is close to one of their universities. South Bank is defintiely one of the city's highlights. Besides it giant ferris wheel, access to ferry's, and a multitude of dining options, it plays host to the city's beach. Yup, that's right. In the middle of traffic and high rises Brisbane put a beach and it's really nice. The day I went it was very crowded and being one of the major tourist spots and what looked like a mini-vacation spot for local moms, I doubt that it ever sees a slow day (especially when it's close to 30 degrees out). Now I say the walk was both long and short because in terms of distance, and distance compared with what I walked in Sydney, I didn't walk a very long way. However, as mentioned before my bag weighs quite a bit, my shoes are not made for walking, and it was very hot that day. Making my way back through the Botancial Gardens I sat down on a bench and seriously considered making it my permanent residence. I did manage to make it back to my hostel where I checked into my room and took a nap.
The next day was Good Friday where I spent the morning at Hillsong (they are getting their own post) and then decided I needed a vacation from my vacation. It was a good day to do so because although Aussie's aren't particularly religious and most love Easter for the chocolate, they close everything down Easter weekend. Not even the major grocery store was open on Good Friday. Your best bet was 7Eleven. After church, I parked myself by the hostels pool and made my goal to get the tan that I should have after living in Australia for 3 months.
Saturday I made my way to the Australian Zoo. I have to say, seeing a 12 foot croc launch itself out of the water on tv is one thing, but to see it in person is something else. During the feeding shows you could hear the jaws clamp down on the pig leg it had been given. It echoed. I was lucky enough to have Terri, Bindi, and Bob Irwin as the hosts of the Wildlife Warrior show. Apparently you might see Terri or Binid but rarely all the three. I got to feed an elephant which was a slobbery experience. The Crocoseum, which holds the main show, is a building dedicated to wildlife education and now it also holds a Steve Irwin memorial. There were about 15 cases on one wall that each held two khaki button up shirts with messages written all over from fans as well as 8 completely full condolences books. It was overwhelming. Taking all that in and then watching his family talk about his dream and continue on his life work was both tragic and uplifting. It's hard not to feel bad for a family that lost something so dear to them, but you can tell that working with the park and doing what he did has brought a lot of healing. Overall, the park is an expensive trip, but if you pack your own lunch you can keep the costs down because all of the shows are free.
Easter Sunday was spent at Hillsong, wandering the city one last time (mostly in search of lunch) and then making my way to the airport. I wasn't planning on spending over 20 hours in a train when a plane can take me to Melbourne in 2 1/2 hours.
Next up: Hillsong and why that church is worth moving to Australia.
Now I don't know if it was because I was coming from Sydney and I was comparing it in my mind or if it was because my hostel wasn't in an ideal location or what but Brisbane did not strike my fancy quite like some of the other places I have been to.
I hopped off my 14 hour train ride (okay I didn't exactly hop-more like trudged) and made my way to my hostel. It was quite early in the morning and once again I knew I wouldn't be able to check into my room right away. My plan was to immediately go to the Australian Zoo. Well, by the time I was checked in, my luggage stored, and I had made myself presentable it was too late to in get on the deal the hostel offered. So to plan B, walk around the city finding all of the wonderful things it has in store.
It was both a long and short walk. I found the city's botanical gardens and it was a beautiful walk that took you along the edge of the Brisbane River. While the Sydney gardens had bats (did I say that lat time? Oh well there are bats in Sydney's gardens) the Brisbane Botantical Gardens had large iguanas that kind of snuck up on you. There were several times when I almost abruptly ended an iguanas tanning time because I was so busy looking up and around and through my camera lens I didn't notice him until the last minute. Through the gardens I made my way to South Bank which is close to one of their universities. South Bank is defintiely one of the city's highlights. Besides it giant ferris wheel, access to ferry's, and a multitude of dining options, it plays host to the city's beach. Yup, that's right. In the middle of traffic and high rises Brisbane put a beach and it's really nice. The day I went it was very crowded and being one of the major tourist spots and what looked like a mini-vacation spot for local moms, I doubt that it ever sees a slow day (especially when it's close to 30 degrees out). Now I say the walk was both long and short because in terms of distance, and distance compared with what I walked in Sydney, I didn't walk a very long way. However, as mentioned before my bag weighs quite a bit, my shoes are not made for walking, and it was very hot that day. Making my way back through the Botancial Gardens I sat down on a bench and seriously considered making it my permanent residence. I did manage to make it back to my hostel where I checked into my room and took a nap.
The next day was Good Friday where I spent the morning at Hillsong (they are getting their own post) and then decided I needed a vacation from my vacation. It was a good day to do so because although Aussie's aren't particularly religious and most love Easter for the chocolate, they close everything down Easter weekend. Not even the major grocery store was open on Good Friday. Your best bet was 7Eleven. After church, I parked myself by the hostels pool and made my goal to get the tan that I should have after living in Australia for 3 months.
Saturday I made my way to the Australian Zoo. I have to say, seeing a 12 foot croc launch itself out of the water on tv is one thing, but to see it in person is something else. During the feeding shows you could hear the jaws clamp down on the pig leg it had been given. It echoed. I was lucky enough to have Terri, Bindi, and Bob Irwin as the hosts of the Wildlife Warrior show. Apparently you might see Terri or Binid but rarely all the three. I got to feed an elephant which was a slobbery experience. The Crocoseum, which holds the main show, is a building dedicated to wildlife education and now it also holds a Steve Irwin memorial. There were about 15 cases on one wall that each held two khaki button up shirts with messages written all over from fans as well as 8 completely full condolences books. It was overwhelming. Taking all that in and then watching his family talk about his dream and continue on his life work was both tragic and uplifting. It's hard not to feel bad for a family that lost something so dear to them, but you can tell that working with the park and doing what he did has brought a lot of healing. Overall, the park is an expensive trip, but if you pack your own lunch you can keep the costs down because all of the shows are free.
Easter Sunday was spent at Hillsong, wandering the city one last time (mostly in search of lunch) and then making my way to the airport. I wasn't planning on spending over 20 hours in a train when a plane can take me to Melbourne in 2 1/2 hours.
Next up: Hillsong and why that church is worth moving to Australia.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
P. Sherman 42 Walaby Way, Sydney
After two days in Bondi, I left the my wonderful hostesses and hopped on a train into the city. (Another reason to live in Bondi, you're not in the city but you're only a quick train ride away from it.) Luckily I was able to check into my hostel early so after putting my stuff down I examined a map and made out my plan. My hostel happened to be st the end of a street that pretty much led to everything so I figured I would start walking down that and see where I ended up. I could have taken a bus or a taxi but walking meant I saved money, got in some exercise, and saw not only the tourist hot spots but everything else in between. Everything that makes Sydney, Sydney. I would recommend this to anyone Exploring a new city but what I would also recommend is to wear good shoes, and not carry a 15 pound bag. For the last three days I have struggled to make it back to my hostel because I am so worn out. My Rainbow flip flops were not made for long walking excursions, or maybe they were but that was three years ago. My lower back was screaming at me and cursing my wonderful, but heavy camera. So with my Kindle, wallet, camera, and various papers in my bag my weary feet carried me through the city.
When I first arrived it was hard to believe I was in Sydney. Being in the center of it doesn't feel particularly special. It was kind of like being in Melbourne. So I wasn't as excited as I probably should have been, until I saw the Sydney Opera House. When I started walking I knew that Circular Quay (pronounced "key") would be my destination and that I wanted to see this iconic place. It's not that I didn't know what it looked like, everyone knows what it looks like, but its one of those things that you have to do so you can say, "I've been there." As I made my way through The Rocks, a historical neighborhood of Sydney, I spotted the opera house through some trees in the distance. My pace quickened and I immediately began searching for a better view, a more open space. Once I did I just couldn't believe I was actually standing there. That's when Sydney became real to me. Standing there looking at the Sydney Opera House completely amazed by this stunning building sitting on the edge of the water.
I had been going back and forth about whether or not to buy a ferry pass, deciding if it was worth the money. Seeing the opera house made the decision for me. I just had to get a better look at this place. From the water the Sydney Harbor Bridge and the Sydney Opera House sit perfectly together. I kept taking pictures, pretty much the same one, over and over again. It's features the Sydney skyline with two of its most beloved treasures.
Once I finally comprehended that I was in Sydney Australia the day seemed a lot shorter. I felt like I hadn't given myself enough time to take everything in. I was singing Wicked's "One Short Day" in my head. In my quick day and a half in Sydney I experienced Pitt Street Mall, the Queen Victoria Building, Hyde Park, the Domain, the Botanical Gardens, Darling Harbor and Market City. I also got to check out the area surrounding the university and eat my first taste of Japanese food. Although I know I left a lot of things unseen, I felt pretty good about my brief tour of Sydney.
You should visit Sydney if you:
1. Love to shop. I was completely blown away by the number of malls and stores I came across. The malls actually connect above streets to form a gigantic shopping center. And it's not American Eagle. We are talking Chanel, Hermes, David Jones, Prada, Versace, and a slew of boutiques. The price tags make it a window shopping experience, but still fun.
2. Love to eat. Have I mentioned Australia has great food? Well this applies to Sydney as well.
3. Love to exercise. I was surprised that I saw just as many people running or working out in the parks in Sydney as I did in Bondi. Also walking around the city provides your days worth of steps.
There's so much more, especially if you hop on a ferry and visit surrounding areas. All in all Sydney gets two thumbs up from this girl!
Next up: Brisbane and my Easter weekend with Hillsong!
When I first arrived it was hard to believe I was in Sydney. Being in the center of it doesn't feel particularly special. It was kind of like being in Melbourne. So I wasn't as excited as I probably should have been, until I saw the Sydney Opera House. When I started walking I knew that Circular Quay (pronounced "key") would be my destination and that I wanted to see this iconic place. It's not that I didn't know what it looked like, everyone knows what it looks like, but its one of those things that you have to do so you can say, "I've been there." As I made my way through The Rocks, a historical neighborhood of Sydney, I spotted the opera house through some trees in the distance. My pace quickened and I immediately began searching for a better view, a more open space. Once I did I just couldn't believe I was actually standing there. That's when Sydney became real to me. Standing there looking at the Sydney Opera House completely amazed by this stunning building sitting on the edge of the water.
I had been going back and forth about whether or not to buy a ferry pass, deciding if it was worth the money. Seeing the opera house made the decision for me. I just had to get a better look at this place. From the water the Sydney Harbor Bridge and the Sydney Opera House sit perfectly together. I kept taking pictures, pretty much the same one, over and over again. It's features the Sydney skyline with two of its most beloved treasures.
Once I finally comprehended that I was in Sydney Australia the day seemed a lot shorter. I felt like I hadn't given myself enough time to take everything in. I was singing Wicked's "One Short Day" in my head. In my quick day and a half in Sydney I experienced Pitt Street Mall, the Queen Victoria Building, Hyde Park, the Domain, the Botanical Gardens, Darling Harbor and Market City. I also got to check out the area surrounding the university and eat my first taste of Japanese food. Although I know I left a lot of things unseen, I felt pretty good about my brief tour of Sydney.
You should visit Sydney if you:
1. Love to shop. I was completely blown away by the number of malls and stores I came across. The malls actually connect above streets to form a gigantic shopping center. And it's not American Eagle. We are talking Chanel, Hermes, David Jones, Prada, Versace, and a slew of boutiques. The price tags make it a window shopping experience, but still fun.
2. Love to eat. Have I mentioned Australia has great food? Well this applies to Sydney as well.
3. Love to exercise. I was surprised that I saw just as many people running or working out in the parks in Sydney as I did in Bondi. Also walking around the city provides your days worth of steps.
There's so much more, especially if you hop on a ferry and visit surrounding areas. All in all Sydney gets two thumbs up from this girl!
Next up: Brisbane and my Easter weekend with Hillsong!
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The Beautiful Bondi Beach
Let me tell you about a place called Bondi. It's a place of white sand beaches, gorgeous blue water, cute shops and tasty cafes. Bondi is where you want to be on a clear sky sunny day. Thank goodness that's where I found myself for two gorgeous days.
I arrived in Bondi completely exhausted after waiting at southern cross station for 9 hours and then riding a train for 12. I was sweaty, smelly, and tired. When I rocked up to Leesa's apartment I had two things on my mind. Shower and beach. Now normally I wouldn't shower before going to the beach (because that just doesn't make any sense) but today was special. By ten I was laying on a gorgeous beach surrounded by beautiful (and sometimes half naked) people. I then took several glorious naps, waking up every so often to turn myself over. Around one my napping/ sun bathing patience had worn off and I was ready to move. After two days of exploring, walking, taking pictures, and tanning here are some of my conclusions about Bondi:
1. Something about the amazing scenery and all around perfect landscape must make people want to get up and go. This was a holiday where I was actually upset because I didn't have any work out clothes with me. It seemed like everyone was running, going to a yoga class, or being trained. I think being that close to the beach, and therefore that close to a daily reminder that you will be in a swimsuit, is a motivator.
2. People of Bondi probably have to work out so often because there is so much food to consume. I said this about Melbourne, and maybe it's just because I'm experiencing so much food for the first time, but the food was so tempting. If I lived in Bondi, I would have to work out like a maniac too-or just resign myself to a life wear elastic stretch pants.
3. I'm getting married along the walk from Bondi to Bronte. Pictures will come soon but while going for the coastal walk (and being reminded every two seconds by another runner that I wasn't making the cut by just walking) I found a beautiful little circle that looks out onto the ocean and decided that I would be married there. So start saving people.
4. If I lived in Bondi everyday would be a holiday filled with sunbathing, long walks, delicious food, and yoga class. And life would be good.
5. Chipotle makes the best burrito. I am constantly on the search for Mexican food here and it is very hard to find. Bondi happened to have a restaurant called Beach Burrito Co. A burrito at the beach? I normally wouldn't want to feel that bloated when I knew the next day I would be in a bathing suit but I had to see if this place was any good. After a sampling of chips and guacamole and a chipotle chicken burrito I was reaffirmed in my knowledge that Chipotle is the very best. If you ever go to Bondi absolutely make a stop at this place because it is good. But for as expensive as it was, the chips arent freshly made, the wait is very long, the seating limited, and after asking for no sour cream or pico, I was given the pico but no cheese or guacamole. But I guess that's what happens when you don't watch how your food is being made.
Overall, I would place Bondi at the top of my list of "Places I Would Live." Its definitely worth making a trip especially if you need a break from the big city of Sydney.
I arrived in Bondi completely exhausted after waiting at southern cross station for 9 hours and then riding a train for 12. I was sweaty, smelly, and tired. When I rocked up to Leesa's apartment I had two things on my mind. Shower and beach. Now normally I wouldn't shower before going to the beach (because that just doesn't make any sense) but today was special. By ten I was laying on a gorgeous beach surrounded by beautiful (and sometimes half naked) people. I then took several glorious naps, waking up every so often to turn myself over. Around one my napping/ sun bathing patience had worn off and I was ready to move. After two days of exploring, walking, taking pictures, and tanning here are some of my conclusions about Bondi:
1. Something about the amazing scenery and all around perfect landscape must make people want to get up and go. This was a holiday where I was actually upset because I didn't have any work out clothes with me. It seemed like everyone was running, going to a yoga class, or being trained. I think being that close to the beach, and therefore that close to a daily reminder that you will be in a swimsuit, is a motivator.
2. People of Bondi probably have to work out so often because there is so much food to consume. I said this about Melbourne, and maybe it's just because I'm experiencing so much food for the first time, but the food was so tempting. If I lived in Bondi, I would have to work out like a maniac too-or just resign myself to a life wear elastic stretch pants.
3. I'm getting married along the walk from Bondi to Bronte. Pictures will come soon but while going for the coastal walk (and being reminded every two seconds by another runner that I wasn't making the cut by just walking) I found a beautiful little circle that looks out onto the ocean and decided that I would be married there. So start saving people.
4. If I lived in Bondi everyday would be a holiday filled with sunbathing, long walks, delicious food, and yoga class. And life would be good.
5. Chipotle makes the best burrito. I am constantly on the search for Mexican food here and it is very hard to find. Bondi happened to have a restaurant called Beach Burrito Co. A burrito at the beach? I normally wouldn't want to feel that bloated when I knew the next day I would be in a bathing suit but I had to see if this place was any good. After a sampling of chips and guacamole and a chipotle chicken burrito I was reaffirmed in my knowledge that Chipotle is the very best. If you ever go to Bondi absolutely make a stop at this place because it is good. But for as expensive as it was, the chips arent freshly made, the wait is very long, the seating limited, and after asking for no sour cream or pico, I was given the pico but no cheese or guacamole. But I guess that's what happens when you don't watch how your food is being made.
Overall, I would place Bondi at the top of my list of "Places I Would Live." Its definitely worth making a trip especially if you need a break from the big city of Sydney.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Have I Mentioned....
That students are never in class. And that it drives me crazy? I have? Well good. Because it's still true. Last Friday I have 10 students missing out of my year 9 class. The whole class in general had already been out of school for their first two lessons that week because they were away on camp. Friday was the only day I had them and one was still on medical leave (week 3 of medical leave...), 4 were away on a shooting team trip, and the rest were just taking the whole week off. Today, there were 8 students missing. Again most of them were away with sports, but this time it was cricket. In my year 11 class there were only 5 students in class. Granted it's only a class of 11 so it's usually small but only 5 is just ridiculous! And of course the rest were away on a sports trip with another class. I just don't understand how any work is supposed to get done. Moving onto a different rant...
Have I mentioned I am having a three months worth of bad hair days? I came prepared with only two bottles of mousse. I'm not sure what I was thinking, I was probably trying to be a tidy packer, but still two bottles of mousse is just not enough. Those lasted until mid-February. So ever since then I have been experimenting with different products because of course Australia doesn't carry Pantee Pro-V Curly Mousse. I also didn't pack any shampoo or conditioner. Now this was planned out on purpose because both of those things weigh a lot and I just figured I would buy some when I got here. Well, I did. I just chose the wrong ones. I bought whatever was on special because things in Australia don't run cheap so I thought I should stick with what was on sale. It's some kind of all natural Pantee Pro-V stuff and it's just awful. So at this point my hair is the driest and frizziest it's ever been. I didn't actually think my hair could be any more unmanageable but it has proven me wrong. OH-and my housemate accidentally broke my straightener the second week in. Not that I would have been using it a lot but an alternative would have been nice. It sounds like I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill but it's a daily blow to the self esteem to look in the mirror after a shower and just know that nothing is going to be right. And since nothing ever is right, my hair always goes up in a bun of some sort, which always ends in a headache.
I dream of having hair that will dry naturally in a beautiful state of soft, frizz free curls.
I will have to keep dreaming unfortunately.
Have I mentioned that break is at the end of this week and that I am so excited to be traveling and exploring new places on my own? Not yet? I will next time.
Have I mentioned I am having a three months worth of bad hair days? I came prepared with only two bottles of mousse. I'm not sure what I was thinking, I was probably trying to be a tidy packer, but still two bottles of mousse is just not enough. Those lasted until mid-February. So ever since then I have been experimenting with different products because of course Australia doesn't carry Pantee Pro-V Curly Mousse. I also didn't pack any shampoo or conditioner. Now this was planned out on purpose because both of those things weigh a lot and I just figured I would buy some when I got here. Well, I did. I just chose the wrong ones. I bought whatever was on special because things in Australia don't run cheap so I thought I should stick with what was on sale. It's some kind of all natural Pantee Pro-V stuff and it's just awful. So at this point my hair is the driest and frizziest it's ever been. I didn't actually think my hair could be any more unmanageable but it has proven me wrong. OH-and my housemate accidentally broke my straightener the second week in. Not that I would have been using it a lot but an alternative would have been nice. It sounds like I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill but it's a daily blow to the self esteem to look in the mirror after a shower and just know that nothing is going to be right. And since nothing ever is right, my hair always goes up in a bun of some sort, which always ends in a headache.
I dream of having hair that will dry naturally in a beautiful state of soft, frizz free curls.
I will have to keep dreaming unfortunately.
Have I mentioned that break is at the end of this week and that I am so excited to be traveling and exploring new places on my own? Not yet? I will next time.
Friday, March 23, 2012
One Month Left.
Time is flying by. Next week is the last week of term and the last week before Easter break. After next week I have two weeks on holiday, then about a week and a half of school and then I'm home. It's unbelievable. It's strange to think I will be leaving my students soon. I feel like there is still so much left to do and just not enough time! It's strange to think I won't see my year 12's graduate or find out if they got into the university courses they want, or see how my year 8's grow up through the years. I don't like to think about it too much because it makes me sad.
It's also strange to think that Yarram is a place that no one else in my life will ever experience. I want so badly for my family and friends to be able to see where I have been living, see the school, see the town and meet the people. I also want to take so many of my Aussie friends to come and see Ohio! I wish the two weren't so far away. I wish it wasn't so expensive to make the trip.
Things I will miss about Australia:
Next time I will update you on where I will be headed for holiday, what I miss about home, and any exciting things that may happen in the meantime.
It's also strange to think that Yarram is a place that no one else in my life will ever experience. I want so badly for my family and friends to be able to see where I have been living, see the school, see the town and meet the people. I also want to take so many of my Aussie friends to come and see Ohio! I wish the two weren't so far away. I wish it wasn't so expensive to make the trip.
Things I will miss about Australia:
- the people- I have made some fantastic friends and I can't bear to think I will never see them again.
- the food- not necessarily the type of food, because a lot of it is the same, but eating at home. There aren't any fast food places in Yarram and not many people eat out on a regular basis. They have dinner at home, they invite people over for a barbie or to make dinner and hang out. It's something that I wish we did more of back in the states-although I have missed many restaurants.
- the talk- I love the slang here. The accent is fantastic as well but at this point I don't notice it as much. They have some of the best slang that peppers their language, at some points it's hard to understand what they just said.
- the landscape- Paddocks as far as the eye can see. It is so beautiful. Even the sights from the windows in the classroom make me want to grab my camera. I will miss going for a run and passing all the cows-wishing all the time I could run with my Nikon. I have the best of both worlds-I live in the country but the beach is only 20 minutes away. I am too lucky.
Next time I will update you on where I will be headed for holiday, what I miss about home, and any exciting things that may happen in the meantime.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Oh the places...
They'll go. "They" being my students. Between field trips, swimming sports, staff development day, public holidays, surfing days, and work experience I haven't had a normal week with my students in weeks. That's not counting the days when the students just don't come. There is no attendance policy. No truancy. No nothing. If they don't come, then the school can't do anything about it. I have several students in my year 9 class who have missed so many days I can't even begin to fathom how to catch them up. They don't do homework and I have no idea if they will be in class the next time we meet. The students only have English three times a week and last week that meant several year 8's missed two out of three days. And I won't see them again until Wednesday. Where is the consistency? How are students supposed to build on knowledge if they are interrupted every other day? How am I supposed to teach any of them anything? It's been very frustrating. But onto...
Oh the places I'll go. I just spent a weekend in Melbourne and I have to say thank God the weather was nice. I think we walk a bazillion (more or less) miles a day and we did so happily thanks to the sun. Raina, Teresa, and I saw the Aquarium (let down), Moomba Festival (awesome), St. Kilda (fantastic), Melbourne Central (more on this in a second), Federation Square, SouthGate, and the Casino (looked didn't touch). Melbourne is a wonderful city. It was very easy to travel around, either by walking or by hopping on one of the trams. The people are friendly and there is a lot to see and do! More than that, there is a lot to eat!! We packed meals for breakfast and lunch to save on our budget but at every corner there is tempting food. I could go to Melbourne every weekend and eat at a difference place for each meal and still not have experienced them all by the time I leave in April! It's a wonderful problem to have. At the end of a wonderful, yet tiring, tour of St. Kilda, we decided to make a stop in Melbourne Central, a shopping mall. Wandering through the maze of expensive, yet fabulous, fashion, I look up and I see it. The Gap. I wanted to cry. I ran in and took in all of it's colorful cardigan and jean goodness. Who knew that something so little would cause such a big reaction? I surprised even myself. But I guess it's the little things you miss and you don't even realize you miss them, until you do.
If that's how I react to The Gap, I can't imagine what it will be like when I see Chipotle again.
Oh, and all my friends and family :)
'Ta!
Oh the places I'll go. I just spent a weekend in Melbourne and I have to say thank God the weather was nice. I think we walk a bazillion (more or less) miles a day and we did so happily thanks to the sun. Raina, Teresa, and I saw the Aquarium (let down), Moomba Festival (awesome), St. Kilda (fantastic), Melbourne Central (more on this in a second), Federation Square, SouthGate, and the Casino (looked didn't touch). Melbourne is a wonderful city. It was very easy to travel around, either by walking or by hopping on one of the trams. The people are friendly and there is a lot to see and do! More than that, there is a lot to eat!! We packed meals for breakfast and lunch to save on our budget but at every corner there is tempting food. I could go to Melbourne every weekend and eat at a difference place for each meal and still not have experienced them all by the time I leave in April! It's a wonderful problem to have. At the end of a wonderful, yet tiring, tour of St. Kilda, we decided to make a stop in Melbourne Central, a shopping mall. Wandering through the maze of expensive, yet fabulous, fashion, I look up and I see it. The Gap. I wanted to cry. I ran in and took in all of it's colorful cardigan and jean goodness. Who knew that something so little would cause such a big reaction? I surprised even myself. But I guess it's the little things you miss and you don't even realize you miss them, until you do.
If that's how I react to The Gap, I can't imagine what it will be like when I see Chipotle again.
Oh, and all my friends and family :)
'Ta!
Monday, February 27, 2012
The F Word
No. Not that one. I’m talking about “fun.” I have a student in my year 8 class who claims that the only way she could listen better is if the class was fun. On an exit slip I gave at the start of the unit on character she asked why we weren’t doing anything fun. At the end of the unit I handed out a self-evaluation sheet for them to fill out. Under “In what ways could your work have improved,” she wrote, “If it was fun and if i actully listened more…” She claims that English (she spells it with a lower case “e”) is the only class where they don’t have any fun and don’t get rewarded. Of course, she makes sure to add that this is only when I have been teaching.
Now if you’re thinking I’m feeling insecure and am about to cave to the ways of fun- don’t. I can hear Carol Jago calling to me all the way from the states. Fun and learning are not synonymous. She’s the only student who has made this claim (either because she’s the only one bold enough or the only one who feels this way). On other exit slips and self-evaluations students were very honest about the quality of their own work and proved to me that hey are understanding the material. But just because she is outnumbered in her thinking doesn’t mean I don’t address the issue. She’s not paying attention in class. Not in individual work, group work, class work. Her work is late and her assignments have been low scoring. Her friends do very well, even when they are distracting each other.
So what do I do? I don’t want her left in the dust. She doesn’t seem to take the assessments seriously so I can’t be sure if she understands the material. I don’t want to keep trucking forward with her dragging along, “playing school.” I realize that her plea for fun is a way for her to get out of doing work and remove herself from dealing with personal responsibility. But still-she has to learn something. Help me cohort!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Wow- a lot has happened since I last posted. I won't bore you with all of the boring details but I will try to catch you up.
I panned for gold-didn't find anything.
Hiked in Tarra Bulga- avoided being a tick host (unlike my other housemates).
Made Mexican food- realized I need it every day.
Fed a kangaroo- blew my mind.
Had a Huntsmen in the house- survived but severely traumatized.
Looking ahead: Friday brings the school swimming carnival! The school houses (yes they have houses) compete against each other in sports carnivals. I signed up to be the announcer (it seemed like a fitting role) and I get to announce the races and the house points. I can't wait. The school is probably going to regret giving me a microphone but they did seem to think that everyone would listen to me. All due to my "mad as" accent. Sunday morning I'm going on my first sailing experience. I'm very excited not only to sail but also to catch up with another Miamian!
Teaching has been really great. Staff meetings, team meetings, and PLT meetings are a little exhausting but they only happen a couple times a week and it's good experience for the real world. My school really tries to cultivate a positive atmosphere between the teachers and I think they do a good job of it. My students are good kids. There have been a lot of issues with late work and it's getting really frustrating. I told my 8th graders that unless they have talked to me beforehand, late work is going to be a warning (this is part of their school wide behavior management plan). So hopefully curbs some of that. I'm really working on getting the students to silently read their texts and respond to DRA's. The 8th graders are doing really well but the 9th graders are putting up every barrier possible. I am getting the chance to work one on one with a student to improve his reading fluency and comprehension. In the next couple of weeks I will be taking over the 9th graders and 12th graders so in the end I will be teaching 8th, 9th, and 12th grades while observing 11th grade. It's a lot to think about but once I get this PLC out of the way I think it should be doable.
The students pretty much assume that everyone in the states lives in giant mansions and throws massive parties because their parents are out of town all the time. Thank you Hollywood. I have disappointed them as I am lacking any crazy mansion part stories.
Here's some slang to add to your vocabulary :)
Adding "as" to a phrase: Like the previously used "mad as." I have also heard "cool as." Apparently adding the "as" intensifies the mad, cool, funny or whatever sentiment is being used. Most likely used in a positive situation.
sooking: Crying or being a wimp. When I asked the students about this one I thought, "Why not just say crying then?" Oh well.
whinging: Pronounced like the street Harry Potter grows up on, it's used in place of whining.
How you going?: Instead of "How are you?" or "Hows your day?" I never know which answer they are looking for so I reply with a vague "I'm fine" with a smile.
They haven't appreciated my Harry Potter references quite like I had hoped. But I'm working on converting them.
'Ta!
I panned for gold-didn't find anything.
Hiked in Tarra Bulga- avoided being a tick host (unlike my other housemates).
Made Mexican food- realized I need it every day.
Fed a kangaroo- blew my mind.
Had a Huntsmen in the house- survived but severely traumatized.
Looking ahead: Friday brings the school swimming carnival! The school houses (yes they have houses) compete against each other in sports carnivals. I signed up to be the announcer (it seemed like a fitting role) and I get to announce the races and the house points. I can't wait. The school is probably going to regret giving me a microphone but they did seem to think that everyone would listen to me. All due to my "mad as" accent. Sunday morning I'm going on my first sailing experience. I'm very excited not only to sail but also to catch up with another Miamian!
Teaching has been really great. Staff meetings, team meetings, and PLT meetings are a little exhausting but they only happen a couple times a week and it's good experience for the real world. My school really tries to cultivate a positive atmosphere between the teachers and I think they do a good job of it. My students are good kids. There have been a lot of issues with late work and it's getting really frustrating. I told my 8th graders that unless they have talked to me beforehand, late work is going to be a warning (this is part of their school wide behavior management plan). So hopefully curbs some of that. I'm really working on getting the students to silently read their texts and respond to DRA's. The 8th graders are doing really well but the 9th graders are putting up every barrier possible. I am getting the chance to work one on one with a student to improve his reading fluency and comprehension. In the next couple of weeks I will be taking over the 9th graders and 12th graders so in the end I will be teaching 8th, 9th, and 12th grades while observing 11th grade. It's a lot to think about but once I get this PLC out of the way I think it should be doable.
The students pretty much assume that everyone in the states lives in giant mansions and throws massive parties because their parents are out of town all the time. Thank you Hollywood. I have disappointed them as I am lacking any crazy mansion part stories.
Here's some slang to add to your vocabulary :)
Adding "as" to a phrase: Like the previously used "mad as." I have also heard "cool as." Apparently adding the "as" intensifies the mad, cool, funny or whatever sentiment is being used. Most likely used in a positive situation.
sooking: Crying or being a wimp. When I asked the students about this one I thought, "Why not just say crying then?" Oh well.
whinging: Pronounced like the street Harry Potter grows up on, it's used in place of whining.
How you going?: Instead of "How are you?" or "Hows your day?" I never know which answer they are looking for so I reply with a vague "I'm fine" with a smile.
They haven't appreciated my Harry Potter references quite like I had hoped. But I'm working on converting them.
'Ta!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
There's A First Time for Everything
It’s been a busy couple of days! I have had my first days at school, my first days teaching, my first experience body surfing, and (thankfully minimal) my first Australian sunburn.
School is so exciting. It sounds like a vague adjective but it’s hard to put into words. The kids are great fun, but still have their moments-like most teens their age. Surprisingly, I’m really keen on my year 8’s. I never thought I would mesh well with the junior high age but these guys are fun and goofy but are hard workers when it came to class time. We are starting Holes and I think it’s going to be fun. I love the book, and an extra bonus, I have already read it and have experience with it. In my other classes I’m playing catch-up. The year 12’s are reading The Quiet American, a book about the Vietnam War, which was made into a movie starring Brendan Fraser. My teacher gave me the DVD for the weekend and said, “Watch the movie so you know what’s going on. That’s what I did.” So there’s a small look into the curriculum. The teachers are very lovely, and I like mine a lot. She has a lot of energy, the kids seem to really like her, and she has been very proactive about getting me in the classroom and also providing me with constructive feedback. Things are different here and it’s a big adjustment switching from 7 short periods to 4 long ones, and having to move classrooms each time. Moving classrooms makes it really difficult to display any kind of student work, hang any posters up about specific subjects, or even really create a consistent management plan (since the rooms could change depending on the day). Overall, Yarram is a good fit for me and I’m looking for to the diverse challenge.
Unrelated. Australia is beautiful. I spent the day at the beach yesterday and it was astounding. Crystal blue waters with amazing clarity, and white sandy (squeaky) beaches, surrounded by an incredible forest landscape. Seriously. Unbelievable. It’s hard to think that some people actually to get grow up in a place like this. On a not so glamorous note-the spider kill count is high. I kill at least one everyday but thankfully there’s some handy kill spray around the house so I can keep a safe difference. Still keeping an eye out for the dreaded huntsmen. Pray that I avoid it!! Being here has also made me grateful for some very silly things. Like Internet. Raina and I are splitting a mobile broadband Internet server that came loaded with 5 GB. We’ve gone through that in a week. Thankfully, it can be recharged and more data put on it. Unfortunately, it’s expensive and even though we will be buying 10 GB with a huge expiry date, I know that it will be gone in just a couple of weeks. Wanting to stay connected does not come cheap. Actually, most things in Australia don’t come cheap, but so far it has all been worth it.
To continue your Australian education, here’s some more slang:
Bevo- beverage, drink. Kate said “beverage” is too formal and here most things get shortened with an “o” added to the end
Trolley- shopping cart
Galah- a beautiful bird BUT when you are called a galah it’s another way of saying you aren’t very bright
Chockers- I have made up my own spelling for this one. It sounds like chalk-ahs, meaning busy or full. For example, “The beach was chockers with people”
Tea- Not exactly slang but they use this to refer to dinner. But they also have tea. So sometimes a person might be referring to the drink or they might be referring to the meal, the guess is yours.
I’m sure the more I talk to the kids, the more words I will learn. More to come after my first full week of school! I will leave you with the kangaroo’s.
Cheers!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Living in the Land of Oz.
Greetings from Australia!
I meant to start this blog before I left but without any homework to procrastinate with I had to use that procrastinating energy somewhere! I will hopefully keep this blog updated pretty regularly with tales of living in Australia, weekend trips, and adventures in the classroom. To catch everybody up, I’m living in Yarram (Yea-rum) Australia for the next three months to student teach at Yarram Secondary College. I still don’t have any information about what I’m going to be teaching but when I know-you’ll know. So far this adventure has included a 16-hour flight, a lost suitcase (that was eventually returned to me), already 5 dead spiders, and driving trips on the wrong side of the road.
I’m living in a three bedroom house with Raina (also a Miami student here to teach at the primary school) and Hamish Clark, an English teacher at the college (college= grades 7-12). The town is a very small, remote, rural area but it is so beautiful. It’s similar to living in Oxford, minus the University. They have some great local cafes and pubs that Raina and I are eager to check out. Thankfully, Hamish really likes to cook and has agreed to make dinner if we clean up. Done. Deal.
The Australian accent is so much fun to hear-even if I don’t always catch what’s being said. I will keep a running list of some vocab that I have heard. So far there’s been:
“No Hawkers”- found on store front shops, I think the equivalent would be “No Solicitors”
“Bathers”- Swimming suits (which I forgot)
“Case”- luggage, suitcase
“Barby”- barbeque, I’m sure most of you knew that BUT what I learned was it’s used for any time the grill is being used, not just for the style/type of food or sauce being used.
“No worries”- Said pretty much all the time. Used as a form of “Your welcome,” and “No problem,” and in any situation in which worries may arise.
Everyone has been so wonderful and gone out of their way to make us feel comfortable and at home. Raina and I are creating a list of places we are hoping to go and explore! School starts Thursday, and there are teacher service days on Tuesday and Wednesday so hopefully more good things to come! Leave comments with questions or if there is anything you want to know more about specifically.
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| Rod taking Kyle, Erica, and myself to his home in Drouin. Steering wheel on the wrong side! |
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| The Melbourne (Mel-bin) skyline. They have their own Batman Building! |
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| Some of the other students from Miami in the same program. All the girls in the front, Kyle in the back with the hat on, and our supervisors Debbie and Rod on either side of me! |
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| My room for the next three months! |
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| The bathroom the three of us share. No shower curtain, just an odd archway. |
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| Part of our backyard with Hamish playing the guitar. |
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