This is crazy. Finally Australia is real. I'm sitting at a beautiful hotel bar in Sydney called the Ivy, waterfall-ing around me, sun streaking through the wicker tables and white umbrellas. It's about 75 degrees, nearing 5 PM. Jess is across from me, sunglasses covering most of her face, rifling through her Sydney guide book. We promised ourselves we wouldn't be tourists (or at least, appear to be), but for now, far from the crowded streets and finally at ease, nothing seems to really matter. Besides the awful and ostentatious Woody Allen flick, Vicky Christina Barcelona (someone please off Scarett Jo, please) the flight over here was relatively painless. Jamie Oliver and a couple of ambien put me to rest, and I woke up with two hours to spare, ready to land and conquer. Sydney so far is amazing. Bustling and vibrant, it's been a treat walking around, poking our heads into shops and trying to get acclimated. We had lunch with Josh, one of the many we've been in touch with on couchsurfing.com, and he's a doll. We're meeting up with him shortly to head home and meet his roomates, who want to take us to their local pub tonight. We may go on a bike ride to Manly beach tomorrow, and hopefully get some cellurals, but besides that, the coming days are free and open. With the inaguration tomorrow, big day out on friday, and australia day the following monday, there is so much to look forward to, it's hard not to smile right now. I'll post a picture, so you can understand my glee. Until tomorrow....
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