Australia: Sydney

When we got to Sydney, Karen and I were trying to decide what other city it reminded us of. Then both areed, that it simply belongs to itself. There is no other city like it. 

We took a tour of the Opera House. The history of the building is really interesting. Like the fact that it was almost never made. The designer was a Danish architect named Jorn Utzon. He had originally just drawn some rough sketches onto a page, and it was thrown into the reject pile until they later happened to pull it back out as an option. From there, it took years to figure out how to build. But what an amazing icon.  

In Sydney, we also went whale watching. If you've never been, it's a little like a group of people at a movie theater if there were no seats and if no one knew which wall they were going to play the movie on. There is a lot of standing and looking and waiting. And then everyone gets all happy at once when you get to see this:


or this: 


In order to pass the waiting time, the tour guide/captain of the boat is sharing lots of  information about these incredible creatures. One thing remarkable that I remember, is that the females choose their mates by picking males that are either strongest or smartest. And one of the ways she determines how smart he is, is by singing a song to him that is unique only to her. Then he has to sing it back to her. I mean, how much do we love that. 


Karen and I both felt compelled to take a picture of the boy who works on a whale boat, whose name was Jonas. Because obviously.


And that's it for now. Tomorrow, Bondi Beach. :) 

Big huge thanks to Toursim AustraliaAir Newzealand, and Go Mighty for making this trip and these amazing memories possible. If you want to read about the goals I checked off my life list while I was there, click HERE

Australia: Hamilton Island


I got back from Australia just about two weeks ago, and already it feels like a lifetime away. I've had trouble when thinking about how to write about this trip. Partly because it's been so long since I've blogged consistently. The few things I have written about are just promos or pretty pictures. And I hate the idea that I'm perpetuating some kind of myth that my life is only full of shiny smiles and vacations. For the record, it's not. Just today, (and really, on any average day), I've run the gamut of emotions reading other people's blog posts or status updates and thought, "wow, she has it so easy", or "why didn't I get invited?", or "I wish I had it all together, like her". I'm not sure we're (I'm) made to process so much information. And I hate the way the internet can make us feel sometimes.  

On the other hand, it's not every day that someone calls you out of the blue, and offers you the job of photographing a dream vacation. So I don't want to come across like I'm whining or ungrateful. I am. In fact, I'm still a little dumb-struck and unsure that this whole thing even happened. Every day there was unbelievable, in the best way.


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