Not so far from Iowa anymore

All right everybody, tonight is my very last night in Australia. Well, for now at least.

I can't believe this experience is over. It's always a funny time when a chapter of your life closes and another one begins. I don't know what I'm off to next, but I do know that I'll often think back on this experience as a very special time in my life. I'm so glad I did this.

So as I head home, I think a thank you to Australia is in order. I wrote a list a few weeks back about what I miss most about home. Below is what I'll miss most about Australia.

1. Living a short walk from the ocean

2. The Aussie way of shortening words (i.e. brekky, Chrissy time, arvo, sunnies, Brissy, Tassie)

3. Aussie slang (up the duff's my fave)

4. Australian TV (Denton, Border Security, Kath & Kim, Summer Heights High. Hell, I'll even miss Home and Away)

5. The supplements in the weekend papers

6. Crumpets

7. Cadbury Dairy Milk bars

8. Cheap domestic airfare

9. Being so close to New Zealand

10. All the beautiful travel spots (the Whitsundays, Airlie Beach, Cairns)

11. The Daintree rainforest

12. Whitehaven Beach in the Whitsundays

13. The weather!

14. Tea'se Me

15. Aussie breakfasts (especially poached eggs!)

16. Surry Hills

17. Cara at Barberia

18. Margaret River, WA

19. The Sydney Opera House

20. Taking ferries regularly

21. The widespread availability of kebabs

22. Australia's reception of backpackers

23. Australia's love of travel

24. Being able to see Hamish Blake on a regular basis

25. Everything made by Arnott's

26. Tim Tams Double Coat

27. Absolutely no security at the airport

28. Tea cafes

29. Sportsgirl

30. How everybody always dresses up

31. Aussie beer

32. Paddington in Sydney

33. Outdoor markets (esp. Salamanca in Hobart)

34. Australia Zoo

35. Seeing koalas and kangaroos in the wild

36. Kevin Rudd, P.M.

37. Lachlan Barry O'Leary

38. Watching Aussie journalists 'interpret' American news

39. Creamed honey

40. My friends from school

41. The Europeans from the Whitsundays

42. Perth

43. The Rocks pubs (Mercantile, Glenmore and Hero of Waterloo)

44. El Monde on Favreau

45. Skim flat whites

46. Kangaroo meat (it still doesn't feel right, but it tastes so good)

47. Stanwell Park

I'm sure there are thousands of things I'm forgetting, but that's just a quick list. My time in Australia helped me realize that I had lived a very sheltered life. Looking back on everything I've been through these past nine months, my mind just floods with memories. So many my head almost begins to hurt. But what I'm taking way most from this experience is a new understanding and respect for our differences.

Some view

This was our view of the Opera House from where we ate dinner on the rooftop of the Glenmore. It's beautiful illuminated in the setting evening sun and even more breathtaking after dark.

Digging the Rocks

I've been kicking myself for not exploring the Rocks sooner. This district is right off Circular Quay, across the way from the Opera House. It has lots of kitchy souvenir shops and upscale cafes, but the old-style pubs really got me.

After walking around the zoo in sweltering heat for over three hours, we were all in need of a refreshment. Ryan took charge at this point (which was moderately embarrassing because it involved him frequently whipping out a huge city map) and suggested we check out the Rocks. The map wasn't all bad, though, because it highlighted a couple great pubs to check out. It didn't take too long for a quick pit stop to turn into a mini pub crawl.

Our first stop was the Lord Nelson Brewery Hotel, Sydney's oldest hotel. After trying the local brews we headed down to the Hero of Waterloo. I quickly realized that the bartender was Irish, so we sat at the bar and chatted him up for awhile. Donal was his name, and he recommended I try the Irish cider. It was amazing, but I only had one glass (I learned my lesson long ago about how to drink beer that tastes way better than beer should), so I had a Guinness after that.

I was just getting well acquainted with Donal and Aisling (another Irish bartender who arrived later on) when Ryan dragged me off to dinner at the Glenmore Hotel. We ate on the rooftop, which had the most gorgeous view of the Opera House. After that, we headed for the Mercantile Hotel, an Irish joint. We ended the crawl with a couple pints of Guinness. Not a bad way to spend an evening with friends.

The Steinbachs come to Sydney

Two of my great friends from high school, Ann and Ryan Steinbach, came out to Australia earlier this week, and luckily I saw them on their last day in Sydney.

Jenny and I took them to Turonga Zoo, where we got a good look at some drowsy koalas and saw a great seal show, among many other things.

Turonga's a beautiful place. It's built upon a hill that can only be accessed by ferry. Once you get there, you get in these little pods that fit about six people each that zip line you right up to the top of the zoo. It's a pretty cool entrance. Being so high up, the zoo also provides some magnificent views of the city.

Sadly, we missed the reptile photo time, so Ann and I couldn't get a photo holding a snake. I'm not too crushed though, I probably would've wussed out if I actually had the opportunity in front of me. And Ryan wasn't able to see the elusive platypus that he was so excited about. And did I mention that Ann and I both got sunburnt?

Amazingly, though, it was a fantastic day. I still can't believe I spent time with two great friends from home in Sydney, Australia. If someone had told us when we were seniors in high school back in Sioux City, Iowa, that this would happen, I doubt any of us would've believed it.

More Tea by the Sea

I just loved this place! Here are some more images:

Top: A group eating outside had this adorable Lhasa Apso with them (sorry, you'll have to look closely because I took it from far away and through glass, so it's a bit blurry). I had to take its picture when no one was looking because it reminded me of my puppy Ollie back home.

Second: Some cherubs in the garden.

Third: A mermaid flag waving along the front steps. The mermaid/sea theme was carried out pretty far. They sold beautiful, pearly shells to hang as Christmas ornaments, in addition to heaps of tea-related gifts. They even had Tea by the Sea postcards featuring the owner, perched up on a rock on Stanwell Park beach at sunset, dressed as a mermaid. No, I didn't buy one. I wish I had, though.

Bottom: See what I mean about the 'grandma's house' look?

Tea by the Sea

I love Australian cafe culture, especially cafes that specialise in tea. I've said it before, but Australia has made me a tea-aholic. I'm a regular at Tea'se Me in Wollongong and recently fell in love with its upscale counterpart in Stanwell Park--Tea by the Sea.

Tea by the Sea is quite spacious for a cafe--it's actually in a house. The cafe doesn't really have a business feel at all, it's more of a antiquey, cosy, granny look to it. I wouldn't even be surprised if the owners lived there because the place is only open on the weekends and public holidays. Plenty of tables were scattered across the backyard, but Jenny and I chose to eat in the 'sunroom' area because we'd been walking around in the hot sun all day.

The service was un-Australian (i.e. very good) so after lunch we decided to stay for awhile and order the specialty--Devonshire Tea. How to describe Devonshire Tea...let's see...I suppose Devonshire Tea could be compared to a rich, old aunt. She's bit stuffy (using cups and saucers made of fine china), but you usually leave crammed full of sweets (the pairing of scones with jam and heavy cream and fruit tarts).

Jenny ordered the White Spice (a light, white chai) and I the Darjeeling Vintage (a black tea, known as the 'champagne of teas.' Obviously it had little choice). The tea was quite nice, but the homemade scones with strawberry jam and cream were deliciously indulgent and fabulous in every way.

I hope I remember Australia's tea houses when I'm older because I think it's a business that could really fly in America. Plus, I've acquired a pretty mean scone recipe since being here that might just make me a coin or two someday.

Choo choo view

Here are a couple shots of Stanwell Park I took from the train.

The first photo just makes me laugh--contrary to what many Americans believe, Fosters is not Australian for beer (though you'd never know it from this hotel). Really, though, I rarely see ads for Fosters here. But VB and Tooheys New? That's another story. Anyway, the second is the beautiful cliff and beach view I mentioned in the previous post.

Stanwell Park, a perfect picture of Aussie beach culture

I can tell it to myself til my face turns blue, but it doesn't make it any more believable: I'm leaving Australia in just over 7 days.

So I'm trying to pack in all the things I've ever wanted to do here. I checked one off my list today, and that was a visit to Stanwell Park.

I've passed through Stanwell Park about a hundred times on train rides to Sydney. It's a cosy seaside town that boasts the single most gorgeous view of the ocean on the South Coast line. I've always wanted to stand on the beach in Stanwell Park, and today I was able to do it.

So here are some photos of my day trip to Stanwell Park. Hopefully you'll get a sense of the laid back, no worries atmosphere. To me, this is my version of iconic Australia.

If you look up, you might miss it

Just a couple snaps of some random sidewalk art I saw on my way into town today.

The bottom photo shows the song title, 'Let It Be' surrounded by a half dozen copies of John Lennon's face. Even though 'Let It Be' is a McCartney song, Lennon has a more pop artsy look. So I guess I can somewhat see why he was used with the song. Sure they could have spray painted 'Give Peace a Chance' instead of 'Let It Be,' but it is a bit long to write out (and ridiculously overused).

And the gorilla with headphones? Well, I really have no explanation for that one.

I'm strangely devastated by this

Andrew Denton is cutting the cord on Enough Rope!

The politics of...Peanut Butter Perfection?

I've resisted mentioning anything about the U.S. presidential election because talking about politics always seems to get me in trouble. But this election is special to me--not only because I'm quite passionate about one of the candidates but also because I am witnessing this election essentially from the viewpoint of another country.

Australia, like much of the world, is deeply invested in this election. When I was at the Enough Rope taping a few weeks back, Andrew Denton mentioned how Australians are more familiar and concerned with the American election than their own domestic politics. It kind of reminded me of how John Lennon said the Beatles were more popular than Jesus Christ. It seems like nonsense, but it's true.

Now if Aussies can develop highly-defined opinions about this election, then why can't some Americans? As the election hits the home stretch, the limelight has fallen on the undecided voters. Check out this article by the great David Sedaris. I think you'll find it a refreshing departure from most of the political writing out there at the moment.

While it's amazing to me that there are folks who can't make up their minds on the direction America should take, I'm jealous of them at the same time.

Getting involved in politics is like going to Cold Stone Creamery for the first time. You know you shouldn't, but you're curious. You might just want to give it a go, let's say for your birthday. But that's it. You just want to go once and never again. But before you know it you're back there every Saturday until the day you die. You know all the songs. You quickly side with the flavours you like and cut down anyone who chooses those you don't ("Anyone who eats toasted coconut or cashews in their ice cream belongs in the funny farm." or "Really, does anyone over age 7 eat Bubble Gum ice cream?). You alienate your non-butterfat-loving friends and begin viewing fit people as elitists. Pretty soon, your life revolves around Mud Pie Mojo and Cookie Doughn't You Want Some.

You following me?

Okay, maybe that analogy's stretching it a bit. But what I'm trying to get across is that nowadays, most people just can't seem to take politics in moderation. Even Australians, who have absolutely no say in who wins the U.S. election, have a compelling need to voice their opinions and take a side. And now we're starting to badger those who haven't made a decision yet. Is being undecided such an awful thing?

Yes, people who don't consider politics part of their identity are pretty damn lucky. Maybe they know something I don't. But it's really no use trying to figure that out. I am who I am, and it's not likely to change anytime soon. And I think if we all--Democrat, Republican and elusive Independent--had that understanding about one another, then we'd all be in a better place.

And who knows? Maybe that place is Cold Stone Creamery.

More from Paddington

Here are a couple more shots from my recent visit to Paddington Markets. The first photo is of a woman at one of the market's many fortune-telling tables. Jenny said she wouldn't take a million bucks to go to an Australian psychic, something having to do with the show, "Lost"....

Market pull

It's no Salamanca, but Paddington comes in at a close second.

I can't explain how much I love Australia's infatuation with outdoor markets. If I could bring back any figment of Australian culture and implement it back home, it would be that.

The Saturday markets in Paddington are very good--the booths are just a bit too crammed together. And on a beautiful Saturday, the markets draw heaps of people, so this becomes a bit of an issue. Moreover, the food vendors are all organised in a square pack in the heart of the markets. So it's somewhat hard to escape the wafting aroma of kebabs and sugary waffles. But hey, that might actually be a bonus for some.

This was my second trip to Paddington. And for the first time ever, I walked out of an outdoor market wihtout buying anything. Not a single thing. I hope I'm not giving the wrong impression of Paddington Markets, though. The quality and range of products are actually excellent. In fact, I had a serious moral dilemma at one of the vintage booths over a 1960s Qantas airline shoulder bag. It was insanely cool--red leather, clearly old but in great condition. In white writing it said something along the lines of "Qantas: Australia's Round-the-World Airline." But it was $55. And with the current economic situation, along with Qantas' recent safety concerns, I couldn't justify paying that much for it.

But as I write this, I'm gritting my teeth and cursing myself that I didn't buy it.

Maybe I'll go back on Saturday. Just to see if it's still around.

On second thought, it's probably best the outdoor markets stay in Oz.

QVC? Try QVB

It was an absolutely GORGEOUS day in Sydney on Saturday. Jenny and I were in town running a couple errands, but for the most part, the day was ours to do whatever we wanted. And I was dying to spend more time in the Queen Victoria Building.

As mentioned in the post below, the few minutes I spent there earlier in the week were enough to plant a few thousand seeds of intrigue. I'm just disappointed I never noticed this gorgeous building before. I've probably passed it dozens of times on the street and really never thought to go in. I guess I never imagined it was a shopping center, and I'm not entirely convinced it should be. I suspect this stunning building is suffering from an identity complex.

The stores are really out of my price range. And as much as I hate window shopping when I there's no hope of purchasing, I simply loved being there for the architecture. The huge hanging clocks, Anglican stained glass and imperial arches give the place not so much a modern upscale feel, but rather an almost imposing regality. I felt a bit out of place. But I also think the posh stores it houses aren't fit to be there, either. Though oddly enough, I'm perfectly fine with the exclusion.

Retail with a view

I had only about 3 minutes in Sydney's Queen Victoria Building when I was in town last week, but I managed to take a couple cool snaps. Pierre Cardin once deemed this building the most beautiful shopping center in the world. It goes without saying I will be back very, very soon.

And I'm off the carbs again. Thanks, Max.

I first heard about Max Brenner chocolate when I worked with Candy Industry magazine. I first tasted it in Melbourne. And I returned for more in Sydney.

Okay, I'm getting dramatic. It's just chocolate.

But then again, it's not. A Hershey bar is just chocolate. A Max Brenner Chocolate Toffee Frappe? That's more of a borderline narcotic.

Max Brenner, or the bald man as he's affectionately known, is a chocolate freak. I don't really know how else to put it. His life is chocolate--and it's not just about how it tastes, but how it feels, looks, smells, sounds. It's an indulgent, sensory experience that has little to do with moderation.

His cafes are beautiful--rows of pristine chocolate pieces in glass cases, small tables cramped together for a real urban feel. But I enjoy Brenner's unique way of presenting his chocolate drinks almost as much as the drinks themselves. When I was in Melbourne last winter, I tried the dark chocolate hot chocolate with crunchy waffle balls. Unbelievable. But what really set it apart was that it came in a Hug Mug,"a specially designed mug for the chocolate drinking ceremony. The mug is shaped specifically for hugging in both hands so that it creates the ultimate drinking experience of coziness, warmth and fragrance."

Sold!... To the curly-haired chick who is a slave to outlandish marketing tactics!

It was a hot day in Sydney when I returned for round two, so I went for a frappe, which is served in an Alice mug. Brenner drew inspiration from this quote from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland:

"She found a little bottle on it ('which certainly was not here before', said Alice), and round its neck a paper label, with the words Drink me beautifully printed on it in large letters. Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, toffee and hot buttered toast), she very soon finished it off."

I've met a few folks like Brenner before, and they're all men, oddly enough. When you think of chocolate addicts, women mostly come to mind. However, my time at Candy Industry allowed me to meet some men in the biz who were just mad about chocolate. And the strangest part about it all was that these guys were healthy. In fact, they looked great! Leads me to believe that they either have metabolisms like juiced up lab rats or chocolate maybe isn't so bad for us after all.

Regardless, after downing my frappe and inhaling my chocolate chip and almond cookie, I've decided to take it easy on the stuff for awhile. I suspect I just needed one last choco fix before I mustered up the guts to tell carbs to take a hike for the summer (though come to think of it, I am going home in four weeks to winter...).

If you ever do have the chance to stop in one of Max Brenner's cafes, though, I would highly recommend it. Really, if hot chocolate topped with crunchy waffle balls doesn't appeal to you, you need your head--be it bald or otherwise--checked.

I MET DENTON!

AND I BET NONE OF YOU KNOW WHAT THAT EVEN MEANS!

Okay, I'm worked up.

I've written about Andrew Denton before. But in case you still have no clue who I'm referring to, Mr. Denton is arguably Australia's most recognisable television personality. If you've never heard of him, please YouTube him now. Seriously, don't even worry about reading the rest of this post. I'd recommend viewing his interview with Steve Irwin. But be warned, after watching that interview, you'll likely be parked in front of your computer screen for the next quarter century because you'll want to watch every episode. It's that good, folks.

Andrew Denton has interviewed just about everyone you know and a hell of a lot of those you don't. Today's taping was the third I've attended. So far I've seen interviews with a politician, a model, a paralympian, and a man who started a quirky online dancing sensation. But today's subject was my favourite--Philippe Petit, a tight-rope walker. Petit was absolutely lovely. An extraordinary man who views the world much differently than most of us. In many ways, I'm quite jealous of him. I've never encountered someone who exemplifies the real meaning of living in quite the way Petit does. He's a man with wings.

That's what I love so much about Andrew Denton's show (which is called Enough Rope if I didn't mention it before). Earlier today, I would've thought Philippe Petit was some pompous French restaurant in L.A. But now Petit has inspired me to try approaching things a bit differently. Sure I'm not hopping up on any tight wires any time soon, but I see the metaphor lurking.

Most importantly though, Andrea, Jenny and I had the opportunity to chat with Mr. Denton after the show. He's a real charmer--he asked us plenty of questions and didn't rush us even though there were a group of people waiting for snaps.

As a journalist, it's refreshing to meet someone like Andrew Denton. There's a nasty stereotype that journos are pushy, cunning, perhaps a bit unethical. But I am proud to be a journalist knowing Andrew Denton joins me in the trade. His show reminds me why I chose this career--to listen to people's stories and send them out to the world.

The Ecto Cooler of spiders

This creepy, little, neon spider was hanging out on one of our clothespins this afternoon.

Thoughts of home

I just finished the first draft of my thesis. (Well, not entirely. It's still sans conclusion. But really, when you're writing something this big, the conclusion's almost half-enjoyable to write.)

Now all I have to do is edit it! But before I do that, I think it's best to take some time away from it. So I've let my mind wander to what I'm looking forward to most back home. I know I'm going to be pretty down on November 17th when I have to leave Australia, but I think I'll feel okay about it if I keep these things in mind (and they are in no particular order).

1. Seeing my family for the first time in 9 months (doesn't sound like painfully long, but it is the longest I've ever been away from them).

2. Holding Ollie (Note to parents: HE'D BETTER BE FLUFFY!)

3. Using a dishwasher.

4. Using a proper washer and DRYER.

5. Sleeping in a proper bed in a perfectly humidified room.

6. Target.

7. Manageable food prices.

8. Driving a car again!

9. Driving down the Eisenhower toward Chicago.

10. GETTING A JOB IN CHICAGO.

11. Trader Joe's and everything associated with it (No Pudge Brownie Mix, Mustard Won Ton chips, fruit strips, chili, Trader Joe's O's, frozen edamame, frozen orange chicken, frozen jasmine and brown rice...so much more than I can't even remember).

12. Angry Chicagoans...well, they're not really angry. I like to think they're passionate.

13. Watching movies with my dad.

14. Going to Four Seasons.

15. Hanging out with my grandma at her place.

16. Going out to lunch at Rebos with my mom and her friends.

17. Michigan Avenue.

18. J. CREW!!!!!

19. Getting my own apartment in Chicago.

20. And decorating it.

21. With Ikea and anthropologie and Urban Outfitters furnishings.

22. Polite people.

23. The el.

24. Driving around with my dad, listening to good music and him quizzing me on the artists and song titles.

25. Archie's.

26. Eating steak three nights a week.

27. My entire family getting together at Thanksgiving and Christmas.

28. My mom's cooking.

29. Especially her egg casserole.

30. Seeing my friends again.

31. Eating good pizza.

32. Going to TCBY with my twin sisters.

33. Minerva's.

34. SUPERDAWG.

35. Cosi.

36. Panera.

37. Panchero's.

38. Iowa City.

39. Argo Tea dates with Meg.

40. Relaxing in the sun room at about 6:00 pm with my mom, dad, Ollie and an occasional twin.

41. Not having to write a thesis.

42. Having the opportunity to go to Cubs games.

43. Not having people make fun of my accent or where I'm from.

44. Orbit gum.

45. Normal-tasting skim milk.

46. Not having to constantly consider time zones when I want to talk to someone.

47. American Cheerios (yes, there are Australia Cheerios--I think they're too sugary).

48. Cheap iTunes (Aussie iTunes is a complete RIP OFF).

49. Helping my grandma put up her Christmas decorations.

50. Eating dinner at home with my whole family, with Ollie standing up on Katy's chair, whining for food.

51. Chicago's lakefront.

52. Giddy Fest.

53. Concerts in Chicago.

54. The ability to go to my friends' weddings.

55. Not ever having to watch 'Today Tonight' or see crap Aussie commercials ever again.

56. American efficiency.

These are just a few things that popped up real quick. I've undoubtedly missed heaps of things, but I guess that happens when you've been away for awhile.

Not quite ready for you, October

Today is the first day of the last full month I'll spend in Australia...for now :)

Ah yes, how fast it's all gone by. And still so much to do! My thesis, namely. Speaking of, I should get back to work on that.

I'm taking tomorrow off to take advantage of the wonderfully warm weather and heading to the beach--something I'll never be able to do in October back home. I have to soak up as much precious time with the Tasman as possible before I head back the only 'ocean' I've ever really known--Lake Michigan.

This post is a long time coming

I watched an interesting show on SBS tonight. An Australian woman went to New York City and held an open forum with a group of inner city kids to talk about the American Dream. Basically, she wanted to know whether this notion was still alive or if it was all just a bunch of crap.

The gathering of kids from NYC was a clever move because it drew people from very different racial, ethnic and socioeconomic backgrounds.

After watching it, I felt extraordinarily upset and hopeful all at the same time. The show illuminated a couple things. First, that our country still has a long way to go as far as making every citizen feel equal. Second, that many inner-city kids hate being victimized. They're eloquent, passionate, informed, determined and hopeful. But they have significant hurdles to overcome that I, for instance, never had to deal with. Namely, they simply don't have the money to make their 'American Dream' come true.

I try extremely hard not to take my life for granted, but sometimes I just do. I get caught up in the fact that I don't get a grade I think I deserve or get mad when a roommate doesn't clean up after herself or believe my world is going to fall to pieces when a boy doesn't return my call. But I received a college education from my parents. I've never had to buy a car because my parents gave me one. I have never had to worry about whether I was going to have enough money for rent because I knew that if times got tough, I'd have someone who would help me out.

But I digress from the original point of this post...

The moderator ended the discussion asking the young people's thoughts on America's global reputation. Many didn't seem too concerned about what other countries thought because they have never had the opportunity to leave the U.S. They cared more about what they felt. And that's that America had failed them.

The question made me think about my experience as an American abroad and how my nationality has impacted the way I've been treated.

Since the very first day I arrived in Australia, I've been confronted with a reality that I never knew existed: that many people I've never even met don't like me simply because I'm American. I've repeatedly heard horror stories from friends who went to England or France and how they were treated terribly by the locals, but what the hell did we ever do to Australia? Maybe it's the bad American reality TV that they show 24/7 here or possibly that we've dragged them into two wars within the past eight years...could be anything, come to think of it.

One of the girls in my program called me a 'big mouth' shortly after I met her. Now I know I'm opinionated, but I've never been called loud. In fact, most people would say I'm fairly reserved back home. I really only get heated when someone prods me. Maybe I'm out of touch or in denial, which is quite possible. But I'm more inclined to believe this Aussie chick's comment was an effort to typecast me into her version of an American.

I know one American here who's resorted to telling people she's Canadian when asked where she's from. She told me that after she does it, the Aussies typically let loose: "Don't you just hate being mistaken for an American--they're so loud and awful!"

This is just something that an American abroad has to deal with nowadays. I guess I've just tried to prove people's perceptions as misconceptions. Yes, I still talk a lot in class (which really tends to piss Aussies off--they call it Tall Poppy Syndrome, and it's ridiculous), but I like to think that I've convinced at least a handful of people that Americans aren't as bad as the rest of the world makes us out to be.

On Friday I'm participating in a forum with the UOW International Office. It's solely for American students to offer feedback on what the university can do to improve their experience. I'll have plenty to say. But hey, they're asking for it.

Big mouth? Me?

King's Park

King's Park & Botanic Gardens boasts the greatest views of the city. Like most parks and botanic gardens, it was tranquil, green and had lots of wildflowers. The ANZAC memorial was very cool too.

It was even more gorgeous at night, seeing the whole city lit up. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera on hand for that. I'll always have a bit of a soft spot for this place though, don't ask me why.

Perth

Lots of posts today. I've hit the wall on my thesis, and this blog is a great way to make me feel like I'm accomplishing something even though I'm really not.

Here are some photos of beautiful downtown Perth.

Top: Skyline from King's Park & Botanic Garden

Second: Mosaic Western Australian images surrounding fountains.

Third: Palm trees and skyscrapers. Very West Coast.

Bottom: This was so cool--it was a small river right near the heart of downtown. It had a waterfall, ducks, the whole package. Some might say it was misplaced, but I thought it really worked.