I haven’t been everywhere

   “I haven’t been everywhere but it is on my list.” – Susan Sontag Yesterday, I re-read this quote on a blog. It’s been a while since I read it. I don’t remember what I thought when I first came across this quote. It could have been yes, I want to go everywhere. Or it…

It is in our hands

Yesterday, I read the story of Eddie Jaku, a ninety-four year-old Holocaust survivor who spends his time nowadays sharing his story with visitors at the Sydney Jewish Museum. Twice he was sent to Auschwitz. The first time he escaped (undoing the floor boards of the train carriage) but he was not so lucky the second…

Frankston Sand Sculptures

With summer in full swing, we made our way down to the Frankston Waterfront to see the sand sculpting exhibition on display. Having always wanted to go to one but never been before, this was as good an opportunity as any. And we were pleased we did. In our days on the beach, we have…

Fireworks

One thing I can’t get enough of at this time of the year (as opposed to food which we all get too much of) are fireworks! We love fireworks. The whoosh and high pitch whistle followed by the loud boom that you can hear for miles around. Then the dazzling displays in rainbow colours that…

He’s home

After rafting, cycling and hiking for three weeks and summiting Mount Kosciuszko, the boy returned yesterday with his group of fellow hikers. They looked a motley bunch getting off the bus with all their belongings in garbage bags. Clearly glad to be home but richer for the experience it was hard to tell who was…

Gone for 21 days

It’s been almost 2 weeks. 2 weeks since we ticked everything off the checklist and hauled 30kg’s of his stuff to school. 2 weeks since we bid him goodbye and sent him off. 2 weeks since the boy started his 21 day trek from Melbourne to Mount Kosciuzko, the highest peak in Australia. It is…

Where did the sun go?

With this post, winter has descended upon Melbourne and the chill is back in the air. Despite this, our ski resorts are looking decidedly nervous as the blanket of snow for the opening weekend is missing this year round. Anyone who lives in Melbourne knows that the ski season here is a bit like farming.…