Road Trip!!!!!

icecreamWe, Yangsie and I, drove into Sydney after 12 hours on the road. We left Brisbane at 3:30 in the morning with a car loaded up with cactus, yarn, stools, crates and more to make it to the Finders Keepers Markets in Sydney. I don’t think I’ve talked about our little business in blogistan, but there it is.

We arrived into Sydney about 4, where Yangmeister was suitably impressed that I could navigate from North Sydney to Newtown without a map. I was more impressed that we managed to find an amazing gelato shop within walking distance of our uber cools hosts! The cups above held balsamic vinegar strawberries and vanilla gelato as well as a pistachio, rosewater and cardamon one. Amazeballs.

fleetwood

Best Breakfast in Sydney goes to Fleetwood Macchiato in Erskineville. This was AMAZING. Pictured here are my poached eggs on pearl barley with cauliflower, stout jam and chervil. That Stout jam – I asked if I could take some home. Sadly, no. I am so definitely taking the spouse here next time we are in Sydney!

We went on a food pilgrimage after our amazing breakfast – Kakawa chocolates in Darlinghurst, the Potts Point outlet of the Bourke Street bakery, Din Tai Fung in the city and then we just kept walking all the way back to Newtown. After being crammed into the car for the previous day, it was a delight to walk in perfect Sydney Autumn weather and wonder about how the markets might be.

chippendaleChippendale was beautiful, lots of street art, terraces, quirky cafes and sweet stores. I love that Sydney has so many beautiful dogs, edible gardens on the street and quirks around each bend.

And then we went to the markets, sold our wares successfully and came home.

We got lost on a back road to Brisbane, but it was amazing. We went from this densely canopied section of road to this:

bigsky

It literally had me in giggles of awe. I love being dwarfed by nature and this little corner of the universe certainly had me there.

The trip was incredible – excellent food, company and business are more than enough to keep me happy. I am so very thankful that we had this opportunity and I can’t wait to do something similar in the times to come.

Beautiful Sydney Wedding

We went to Sydney on the weekend to celebrate a cousin’s wedding.

So exciting, our first Iranian wedding and an awesome opportunity to see spousie’s cousin really, really happy.

It was *such* a lovely day!

Roses from an absent sister:

The cake (made by the bride and assisted by many pairs of hands):

The ceremony:

Family!

So many, many, many Congratulations!

Spectrum

Sydney. Again. 5th time in four years. 2nd time in three months. Just for fun.

Every trip brings something different and special. Every trip tells a story that changes the next breath of time. My last big trip was a story of love and loss… the last one was experiences of the new. This time was a spectrum of relationships, how they change and how they change me. I learned more from this trip about myself than I probably have in the other days of this year. I spent the plane trip home just vomiting thoughts that had been playing on my mind during the trip. This is where having a strong relationship with your spouses (derby and life) comes in handy – they just listened, nodded and occasionally sent a thought back to the incubator. I have amazing people in my life, fo’shure.

I had a few little shocks to my little sense of self… that thing that is always transtioning. I nearly punched a guy, which is not my usual reaction to something that I do not want. I remember looking at him, thinking that he was bigger than me and then mentally targeting the first part of him that I would hit. I walked away, but that brief moment has changed my understanding of myself…He wasn’t a random, by the way. He had his arm draped around me and wouldn’t let go, despite me asking several times, super politely. I ended up using a low, loud voice and getting him to let go, but I still wanted to hit his flesh. I am not a creature to be violated and touched against my will. Talk about a hairline trigger.

I also caught up with someone I hadn’t seen in over 10 years – just one of those things that when he’s around, I’m not and so on and so forth. We watched a derby game together, it was nice to be in the same room with him. In my late teens, he was an absolute rock – listening and giving advice, as the older one of the two of us. Our lives ran on a strange parallel for a few years – when my relationships would end, his would, too. When our exes did the creepy ex-break up things – we could laugh about our stupidity in being attracted to the crazy. Hanging with him really took me back and forward at the same time.

I am not who I was, I am not who I will be and I am who I am.

On the Friday, I also ventured into the suburbs with a friend who has developed a method for letting go of the past. I continue to carry the relationships and misuses of the past on me. So that managed to get me thinking…

Through the midst of all this crazy, I couldn’t sleep. In 4 days, I think I slept the sum of about 11 hours. By the time I stumbled back through the door, I was on raving lunatic mode (and I headed straight to bed after the requisite snuggles and cuddles). Everything seems bigger when you don’t sleep.

The weeks after this have been recuperative in lots of ways… still working out where things fit. I’m so glad I went – even when things are hard, I’m glad I’ve done them. I learn from the challenges I am presented with… slowly sometimes, but surely.

 

Sydney – 2010 – Through my lens

We…

We went to Sydney. The spouse had his 3rd conference in the city in the third year in a row in school holidays. We all went.

We’ve stuck close to the tourist route in previous years with favourite places being Sticky, the MCA, The Underground Pool and Hyde Park. This year I was eager (desperate!) to find odd places in Sydney. This time we stayed in Kings Cross (as we did the first time we took the boy to Sydney – at 10 months of age), made it to Rockdale and explored. Walked 3 million kilometres…

My favourite day in Sydney was our last full one. We went to the MCA, but they had only an Annie Leibowitz exhibition on. Oddly, I didn’t feel in the right frame of mind to go, so we missed the gallery this year. Sticky took the boy’s attention for 45 minutes as we watched candy come into being… and then we hopped on a ferry to Milson’s point and hung out in Wendy Whitely’s secret garden for several hours. Wendy established the garden from nothing – it didn’t even belong to her, it belonged to the railways. She tamed it and has made it a garden to be lost in for hours at a time. The boy found another child sharing his name and they played chase in the avenues of the garden for ages.

This was my view in the garden – We were only there 2 hours!!!!

We were playing pokemon – honestly, I should have remembered the camera and not made a face!

The spouse joined us post conference and we hopped on another ferry to Balmain. This was the view from the ferry:

Don’t hate me.

Then, of course, we caught the bus up the hill to eat at the legendary patissier Adriano Zumbo‘s patissierie! I ordered the mandarin curd tart, the boy had a milo concoction and the spouse had a berry and custard brioche. Nom, Nom, Nom.

 

We then meandered and had dinner with the spouse’s Sydney based cousin who has recently bought her first house! Yay her! We were disturbed by a woman at the table next to us who drunkenly told me her stories. I was raw after that one. First the garden, such a story of love, then this woman telling me about her loves and her family…. The trip was about my relationships with my son, my partner and my self. I’m moving forward… but wait ’til I share the insanity that Melbourne provoked….

Awesome times. These are the things worth remembering. The cuddles under the tree, the food, the company. The heat, the love, the fun, the adventuring. The boy was an excellent sport through it all…

I might share more of Sydney… I have better photos… I really want to share my passion of the street art… but, really? This is the important stuff. This is what I want to remember.