Mom and Dad are here. And you know what that means! It means that Dad has discovered and is experimenting with every single different varietal of Australian pastry (Anzac biscuits, Lamington cakes, Timtams, croissants, scones are only the beginning). It means that we carry binoculars everywhere and pause regularly to study the architecture, which is remarkably New Orleansian, and cry out in delight at every bird that flutters by, and stop for photos each time anything looks even remotely foreign, and sometimes just because we haven't stopped for a photo in a while. It means forty minutes or more, per day, of faithfully perusing the bus schedules. It means searching for oysters, opals, slippers to keep Dad's feet warm, prawns, a USB cable to recharge Mom's DS, good Aussie beer, kangaroos, koalas, bats, and toilets in every single establishment. It means that I sleep ten minutes later every day due to sheer exhaustion.
And it means the blog is a little delayed. If you notice, the delay actually started two weeks before they arrived, which is about the time I finished my last term paper, started volunteering at Sydney Children's Hospital, ripped off the big toenail on my left foot while boogieboarding, and began obsessive-compulsively and ritualistically cleaning the apartment due to a combination of toe-induced boredom and parent-induced excitment.
YES, I am keeping a diary of mom and dad's stay.
NO, it is not appropriate to be posted (yet). Give me a few days to clean up the language. Ha.
Just in case I don't get back to you, though, do take note that next Tuesday we are going to Cairns to snorkel the Great Barrier Reef!
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Tell your Dad to eat twice as many pastries for me! I didn't know he could swim good enough to snorkel! You and Mona will have your hands full! Love, Uncle Mark and Aunt Renita
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