Three months have passed since I moved to Australia, and aside from the obvious fact that living here is an adventure in itself (hello spiders!), I have unfortunately not spent much time adventuring.Â Instead Iâ€™m feeling pretty goodÂ keeping busy in Sydney — meeting people, drinking heaps of coffee, shopping, exploring the city, andÂ planning for theÂ day(s) I can use up some of my vacation time to go on a road trip up the Gold Coast or along theÂ Great Ocean Road.Â But adventure is calling so I need to make some time for it soon.
Anyhoo. I think I’m a
little really overdue for an update here, and since I don’t have many travels to speak of, now is probably a good a time as any to share aÂ few of the things that have been making me happy (and keeping me busy) in SydneyÂ these last coupleÂ months.
Things have settled down since Iâ€™ve moved to the city and Iâ€™m happy to say Iâ€™ve been able to do things that arenâ€™t related to work, or moving, unpacking, or rearranging furniture. Last weekend, for instance, I decided to take the ferry across the harbour to visit Taronga Zoo.
Taronga Zoo is home not only to native Australian animals like kangaroos, wallabies, platypuses (erâ€¦ platypi?) and Tasmanian devils, but many other exotic and endangered animals too. And seeing that itâ€™s located opposite the Opera House on the shores of Sydney Harbour it has one of the best views of any zoo Iâ€™ve ever been to. Fun fact: Taronga is an Aboriginal word meaning â€śbeautiful viewâ€ť.
I was so very lucky to call Bondi â€śhomeâ€ť for the first two months of my stay in Australia. These days I live in a neat little place much closer to the CBD, and within walking distance to Sydney Harbour and the Opera House. Itâ€™s not a short walk by any means, but I could totally go for a run along the harbour footpaths, or around the Botanical Garden in the mornings if I wanted to. (Um, hells yeah I do!).
While Iâ€™m really happy about the move and all the things Iâ€™m now in much closer proximity to (friends, shopping, more food, even more tourist attractions), unpacking made me a little bit sad. Especially when a bit of sand spilled out of the boxes after I’d started pulling out kitchen appliances. Cue sad face.
Hey friends, today I want to talk about something that has been on my mind for a little while now: coffee. Actually, coffee of theÂ iced variety.
Iâ€™ve said a few times now that Iâ€™m not a huge coffee person. This is still true. I donâ€™t really notice the difference in the taste of beans from various countries, nor do I notice the way theyâ€™ve been roasted/ground/pressed/whathaveyou. While coffeeÂ
snob fanatic friends of mine can wax poetic about the notes of â€ścaramel, hazelnuts, chocolate, or smokey BBQ (??)â€ť they can taste, I might say â€śgee, this sure tastes like coffeeâ€ť. Or, â€śwhat is this? Motor oil?â€ť in the case of espresso, which here they also call short blacks. Very literal with their words, those Aussies.
One of my favourite things to do in the early mornings, when itâ€™s not yet super hot in this record summer-now autumn-heat in NSW, is to walk along part of the Coastal Walk from Bondi to Bronte beach and back again. Thereâ€™s nothing quite like walking with the sound of the ocean in your ears and smell of salt in the air!Â Not to mention the view is pretty amazing, and if I everÂ feel the urge to rest myÂ legs and laze about in the sweet sandy goodness of Sydneyâ€™s Eastern Beaches (um, always), IÂ totally can.
Until this weekend Iâ€™d only ventured as far as Bronte, the halfway mark, mostly due to time constraints or general laziness even when I did have the time. (Itâ€™s about an hour of walking there and back). This time I made it all the way to Coogee.