I've arrived!

 

Yes, that's the Opera House & the Sydney Harbour Bridge. If you had any doubts where I am, here's a clue.

It's a cruel, cruel summer

If this is winter, people must just burst into flames in January.

Enrique said it best

".. you can run, you can hide but you can't escape my love."

Lucky (or unlucky?) for me, you are everywhere. Especially in the places I am most likely to score.

First home in Australia

This may not look like much, but I'm grateful to call this home for my first week in Oz; the guest bedroom at Tito Gilbert & Tita Edna's. My only complaint was that it was always FREEZING; note the radiator heater that would then make it so hot, I felt like I had a fever. Not used to this Australian winter, coming from warm, double-paned-and-heated-homes Canada, where even igloos are insulated. I thought I was coming to the beach to do my masters...

We aren't in Canada anymore, Tanto

First day of orientation in the Hogwarts building and hundreds of international students are greeted by a welcome dance and didgeridoo by Australian natives. Apparently, this ceremony by non-natives is done at most formal occasions to thank the natives for letting them use their land, or something to that effect. And I thought Catholics had a lot of guilt. Makes me wonder why Canada doesn't do that. Indigeridoo!

All my bags are packed.... err...

Not quite. Not only was I moving to Australia, but I moved out of Toronto and brought back a truckload of stuff to Ottawa.

Dilemma this day: how do I fit all of this in two 23 kg suitcases? Especially when this isn't even all I want to bring?