I am home. I’m still not totally here in mind (damn jet lag) but I’m back on Australian soil. I headed off with my little sister, mum and dad one month ago for our first trip to South America.
Old dad turned 60 at the end of last year and the trip was his celebration. We had a fantastic time. We saw amazing things, ate delicious food (and some not so delicious), met wonderful people and explored a part of the world that none of us had ever been to.
I’m looking forward to sharing lots of stories and recipes with you over the next few weeks and re-paying the favour to my wonderful guest bloggers.
Coming home made me realise just how lucky we are to live in Australia. In the last 24 hours I’ve been like a kid looking at the world from a new light. I love that in Australia:
- I can walk down the street on my own and feel pretty safe
- I can drink the water straight from the tap
- I can see the blue sky
- I can walk down the street without stepping in doggy you-know-what or tripping over piles of rubbish (most of the time)
- I can buy fruit and veges and all variety of other foods and eat them (had a big market trip yesterday)
- It’s so quiet. This morning jet lag had me up at 5.30am for the second morning in a row so I headed out for a run. Running along a main road there were hardly any cars. It was so peaceful.
- I can walk down the street and not have people try to sell me things.
- I can stop at traffic lights and not have people try to sell me things.
What do you love about Australia?