Pavlova

We've just arrived in Brisbane, or "Brissy" as they like to say.  It's a bit more humid here, but we are looking forward to seeing friends and enjoying more city life.

We had a great time at Bawley Beach, a quick 3 hour drive south from Sydney.   Ironically, I've been consuming more sugar here than I ever eat at home.  Australia doesn't produce the dreaded "HFCS" (high fructose corn syrup) that is found in many processed foods in the states.  Since they produce cane sugar in country, that is what is used in most candies and sugared products.  Somehow I've convinced myself that gorging myself on skittles, gummies, and even Coca-cola is "healthier" because of the pure sugar.  Hey, I am on vacation.

None the less, we've also had some lovely Australian treats, including a light meringue like desert called Pavlova.  Named after a Russian ballerina in the 1920's, it is usually topped with cream and fruit.  I had the pleasure of making it with George's sweet niece Rose, who reminds me a lot of my niece Hailey.  Here is a video of her, and George's sister Liz in beach house's kitchen.

Sydney

Greetings from Sydney Australia!

After a bit of a dramatic start and an important "life lesson" learned, I finally made it.  FYI, Americans need pre-approved travel visas before coming to Australia.  Good to know, ridiculous to forget.

The 14.5 hour flight from LA went smoother than expected.  Although my inflating neck pillow went to travel accessory heaven, I managed to sleep a good 8 hours, arriving in Sydney ready for the day.  Driving on the other side of the road is exciting, and what's even more entertaining is watching your Australian boyfriend repeatedly try and use the windshield wipers instead of his turn signal.

Coffee, a quick change, and we were off to Bronte Beach, a lovely spot nestled between chic restaurants and modern houses boasting huge windows overlooking the Pacific.  Our beach side lunch consisted of fried calamari the size of onion rings, and pan fried barramundi from the Northern territory.  And chips.  I enjoyed several invigorating dips in the chilly water, and tried to study George's surfing techniques for future reference.   Thanks to some fantastic sunscreen, this northern whitey isn't one bit red!

George is still wearing his board shorts putting together his mother's new BBQ (what a guy) while I enjoy the late afternoon sun.  More to come soon, hugs from down under!