What do you mean, “you love my accent?”
As I write this, Arielle and I are sitting in a riverfront cafe on the Yarra River in Melbourne, taking a little rest. I think I can safely say the jetlag is over, but we've been so busy and on the move that we're exhausted. Last night we checked out the Crown, Australia's biggest casino. The place is massive and has over 40 bars, 25 restaurants, movie theaters, stages, video game arcades, billiard halls and oh yes, gambling. Apparently the Aussies love to gamble and it makes up more that 10 percent of the national economy. Crikey!
I won't say how much we dropped in the casino, but after we hit sensory overload, we left and found this little pub that had trivia night (which I absolutely love) going on inside.
We also toured the Fitzroy gardens, which are beautiful, even if they are completely made up of trees imported from England. It also contains a miniature Victorian village that includes a model of Shakespeare's house, and was a gift from a town in England that the Australians sent food to during the famine in the 40s. A pretty craptacular thank you if you ask me.
Arielle and I have also been spending time with our 82 year-old aunt who lives here (and who we're staying with) she's hysterically funny and has a dirty sense of humor. Couple that with the fact that she's a bit hard of hearing, and you can imagine the embarrassment Arielle and I have felt when she asks us to repeat what Samantha said while watching Sex in the City. The Aussies, and my aunt love it.
Finally, a note to my male buddies: guys, you'll love the ladies out here. They all have that accent we faun over, many are tall, beautiful and complain that Australian guys are too short. Plus, they keep telling me how much they love my American accent. I think I'm going to move here and start a mail order (male order?) husband service. The only problem is they see our citizenship as less desirable than their own. Oh well.
Okay, off to Sydney tonight where we'll be joined by Arielle's friend Amanda in the morning for the next few cities.
I won't say how much we dropped in the casino, but after we hit sensory overload, we left and found this little pub that had trivia night (which I absolutely love) going on inside.
We also toured the Fitzroy gardens, which are beautiful, even if they are completely made up of trees imported from England. It also contains a miniature Victorian village that includes a model of Shakespeare's house, and was a gift from a town in England that the Australians sent food to during the famine in the 40s. A pretty craptacular thank you if you ask me.
Arielle and I have also been spending time with our 82 year-old aunt who lives here (and who we're staying with) she's hysterically funny and has a dirty sense of humor. Couple that with the fact that she's a bit hard of hearing, and you can imagine the embarrassment Arielle and I have felt when she asks us to repeat what Samantha said while watching Sex in the City. The Aussies, and my aunt love it.
Finally, a note to my male buddies: guys, you'll love the ladies out here. They all have that accent we faun over, many are tall, beautiful and complain that Australian guys are too short. Plus, they keep telling me how much they love my American accent. I think I'm going to move here and start a mail order (male order?) husband service. The only problem is they see our citizenship as less desirable than their own. Oh well.
Okay, off to Sydney tonight where we'll be joined by Arielle's friend Amanda in the morning for the next few cities.
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