Australia Day

The official date for Australia Day falls in January but when you're an American visiting everyday is Australia Day. For Terry and Elizabeth yesterday was a unique day in that even a local would be proud of their efforts. The morning started off with a surf (as one does when living in Bondi). Donning a wetsuit and facing an incoming storm they went out for a surf lesson, following by a game of Aussie Rules at Aussie Stadium. Meat pies were consumed as they watched the Sydney Swans win a much needed game. Upon arrival back home they were greeted by a plate of Prawns and Sydney rock oysters (when in Rome). Elizabeth braved the tasks of pulling the heads off the prawns and even tasted her very first oyster. After the entrées were completed Paul followed with a main of lamb and chicken for us girls. If only they could sample the tasty Shiraz purchased to complement the meal. Not a bad way to spend the day, not a bad way at all.

Airport goodbyes are never any fun and today was no different except for the fact that Erin and I will be going to the states in less than two weeks. Also United whisked Terry and Elizabeth away before we could even realise that we had said our goodbyes on United's terms. Tomorrow I will wake with the spitting pig and know that a legacy has been left behind. Erin was just not herself today.