Australia is so incredibly nice. Melbourne is a beautiful city. The standard of living here is just so high. I’d forgotten all about it.
The air smells amazing. It’s scented with eucalyptus (which I’ve been shoving in everyone’s noses for the past week, sorry all), pine, baking, coffee, freshly cut grass. Dry leaves crinkle under my feet when I walk. I can hear birds, see the stars and feel the sun. You can’t feel the sun in China. Here it sears. Toasty and warm. God, I love the summer. I love being outdoors without being surrounded by people on all sides.
The food.
Oh, the glorious food and variety and freshness and amazing quality and stupid names. My leftovers that I’m eating as a mid-morning snack; vegetarian stir fried sweet potatoe noodles, roast baby potatoes in rosemary and garlic butter, smoked salmon and ricotta. Just stuff that was in the fridge.
Oh, and Yo Yos. A bit crushed from their trip from Grantville Farmer’s Market to Melbourne last week. Gah. I’m a hipster >.<
No rice though.
Waiting for my TimTams…can exchange to Turo Rudi if you’re coming back in time.