I have lived in Europe 3 times so I’ve always been obsessed with traveling there and going back to visit my old friends, but I am now trying to venture to other places. I got to Sydney this morning. I am not fighting the jet lag yet, but it may be a rough night. 😳 I was able to sleep on the plane coming quite a bit which was nice. I wasn’t the brightest when I booked a trip for winter, but the temperature is perfect. Frankly, I didn’t know it would be winter. I keep getting asked if I am on holiday here? What in the world? My mind only processes that word one way and I’m like what holiday?? Then I just say oh yes… Translation: vacation!! Or I prefer simply to call it travel! I also got told to put on a jumper. A what?? Good thing I remembered what my old Australian friend I met in France used to call her sweater, then I figured it out. Too bad I can’t figure out how to find her despite tech. That would be one fun reunion since we met when I was 15 and she was 16 in ’91. We kept in touch for a few years, but that was a million years ago and we lost touch.