Years ago I was dating a woman who lived in Australia.
We had met in the U.S. during a visit to some friends here and we hit it off. We were really into each other and were gonna try and make this very long, long distance thing work. The plan was that she’d come to the U.S eventually as she had just gotten divorced and seemed to enjoy life here. That never came to pass, but that’s a whole other story.
In any case, during our time together I went to Australia to visit. The first portion of our trip was spent in Melbourne at her house. Melbourne was a nice city, I felt very safe and comfortable there. It was fairly easy for me to get around and I never really felt uncomfortable out there.
After that, we traveled to Sydney. I got to see the opera house, the harbor bridge, and I got the vibe for the overall city. I don’t remember much about Sydney, neither positive or negative. But it felt like any other city I’ve been too.
Finally, for the last leg of that trip we went to the Whitsunday Islands. The Whitsundays were more of a backpacking tropical area. There we went snorkling and did beach stuff. It was a beautiful place, but I’m not a huge fan of the hippy backpacking scene. I prefer the resort type of environment. But it was nice.
I have two regrets about my time in Australia. One, I really wish that I got to see the outback, and two, I wanted to go to New Zealand while I was out there. The trip over was like 24 hours or something, so I really wanted to make it worthwhile. But alas, we didn’t have time to get out there and I didn’t plan accordingly.
Maybe one day in the future I’ll take that trip back out there, but realistically speaking, I don’t know. We’ll see where life takes me.
I’m a Bronx Raised Puerto Rican who dances in pink tights! Please do take note of the date on a post, over the years my views have evolved and they continue to do so. It’s all about growth and progress. Peace.