Wedding Plans

One week now til we leave for Pula. I think we are ready for a summer vacation. Australia needs a break from us and I think our travel bug is biting. I am especially looking forward to the mini-honeymoon in Paris and Dubai on our way back to Oz. We have been making our plans - wedding attire, venue, accommodation arrangements, transportation, entertainment, etc. This wedding stuff is a lot of work.

Upcoming

The countdown is something like 6 weeks until the wedding day. Don't think that we are anywhere near prepared for this international-destination wedding that Richard and I naively agreed to. What were we thinking? We leave July 2nd, and have a lot more preparations to make when we get to Pula. Hot summer weather, gourmet salamis and cheeses (and olives - though not for me), European cuisine (bakalar, octopus salad - doesn't sound too appetizing, but Mmm), the Adriatic pool, and everyone speaking a language I don't understand. It'll be a little whirlwind family reunion.

Another weekend

Our first fishing excursion. My husband caught a fish! Is that it?

And thats all we got - It was yum

Country market

Mother's day was spent at the Channon country market. Me in the Chai tent and my crazy husband taking in a different perspective. I love my husband.

Life is simple now for us and we struggle to maintain the get-up-and-go drive we thrived on not too long ago. Now we go to any market we can find and prefer to stay at home cuddling in each other's arms. We're like love sick puppies. But hey, what else do you live for? I just wish there were Sheep & Wool, and Faerie Festivals here. We only have a few months more of the mundane to endure, so we should really enjoy the inactivity before things go crazy again. Sounds like I am trying to convince myself. A clinging sense of guilt persists while I sit at home doing nothing. I just feel that there are careers to pursue, families to plan, - our whole future is passing us by day by day. But I must realize that things will happen as they are meant to and now is the time for this kind of life.

Nimbin Mardi Grass

It was a weed festival, thats a weed-lizard, and Richard was under strict orders to not eat anything while we were there. Rumors had it that the police were stopping those leaving the festivals and performing drug tests on drivers. I guess youare supposed to camp out in the town all weekend and let the "fun" run through your system. And thats what Richard wants to do next year. There were all sorts of interesting people and quite the experience at least. I preferred the first AFL experience for this Australian immigrant the next day. Thats AFL for Australian Football - did you even know that such a thing existed? A quick, rugby-sort of game, that was enhanced by the free food and lots of free booz provided in our box seats. I think I like AFL.

We bought a block of land

Amusing ourselves with Mini-golf one Sunday afternoon

We live in Australia now

This marks the beginning of a need to organize my head and archive my thoughts as I embark on this new journey with my beloved partner all the way over in Australia. Yes, I have become an Australian, and I must say that I am fighting against it at every chance, clinging to my existing identity. Do I really want to be an Aussie? Too late for that thought now. There is nothing to complain about. The weather is gorgeous, beaches are beautiful, people are friendly. But why is it that I can find no Filipino food in a country so close to the Philippines? And what are these sausage rolls with barely and sausage in it? Things are just a little bit different and its hard to understand why.