The Day I Fell in Loveūüíē

With the following:

  • Bondi Beach
  • Icebergs
  • Approximately 37 surfers

Today I went to the famous Bondi Beach. ¬†As I was walking down the hill (there’s always a hill involved here), a bunch of dudes with wet suits passed me with surfboards. ¬†I haven’t seen so many 6 packs since that time I went to a beer distributor (see what I did there?). ¬†Even better than that, though, is the view of this beach. ¬†I can understand why it’s world famous.


An interesting feature is the rocks that jut out of the cliff as you walk along the trail.


Since I’m great with technology, please also enjoy these pictures of me accidentally taking pictures of me.

I started the hour long walk from Bondi to Bronte then realized the trail was packed.  Also, since the beach is gorgeous regardless, and Bondi has exceptional people watching (please see above), I turned around and went to Icebergs.  Sitting on the patio watching the waves was maybe the highlight of my trip.

It’s hard to believe this is my life now

After a solid 2 hours of total bliss and relaxation, I headed back into the city to walk around The Rocks then head to Darling Harbour for dinner (I’d heard that the view of the city from there was fab-fab-fabulous). ¬†They weren’t wrong.


I’ve spent approximately 40% of my waking hours riding ferries around the Harbour – gorrrrgeous – but unfortunately didn’t see any whalesūüė©

Since I’m fascinated by all things beet and crocodile, I had to try this crocodile sandwich on a beetroot (I talk like a local now….call me Paul Hogan) bun. ¬†Yes, a bun with beets in it! ¬†Somewhere Dwight Schrute just went into cardiac arrest.

The third best meal I’ve ever had, after two dinners in Italy.

I was annoyed when this boat pulled up, because it blocked the sunset.  How rude.

I get it Рfirst world problems.  Now shutty, because it was annoying.

Fortunately I got to watch the sun set on the ferry back.


As a water baby, I almost went comatose.

But what in the hell is this thing????

The stuff nightmares are made of.  This, and dangling prepositions.

When it gets dark at 5, you have a very comfy hotel room, and Kings of Queens is¬†on, you’re okay being a loser and going home at 6:30 PM.



P.S. I’m sorry I’m so far behind in posting!!