day one

I don't know why my apartment has a fridge when the gourmet garage is right next door.  Delicious food and entertainment all rolled into one.  The guy giving out Illy samples told me he fell in love with an Australian over the summer but that it's just too far away to really continue with anything.   If only he knew that in Brisbane if you meet someone who lives on the other side of the river from you the odds of an enduring relationship are not in your favour.

I think it was my havianas and my pronunciation of cough-ee that gave my oz away. 

Official day one is over.  I've just woken up from falling asleep after a nice hot cup of tea.  I'm a bit exhaustified from it all.  Not that I really did much.  It was a day of receiving instruction, being orientated, photocopying passports, flashing visas, buying stamps, organising internet, meeting people, meeting people, meeting people.  I'm fairly certain that the americans can't understand a word I'm saying but are just too polite to say.  I really am trying to remember the lessons that Miss Smith gave in elocution lessons back in the 80's but I'm not sure they're paying off.

This is the only photo I took today.  It's outside the window of the conference room where I'll be spending a lot of time.

 

I've decided that all my clever thoughts should be written down elsewhere  - this blog shall contain travel drivel.  Enjoy! 

I must now get up to find out why there is cigarette smoke coming through my air vent.  All who know me well enough will know that this makes me feel like a US Postal worker.  Enraged! ;)  It is also overriding the delicious three wick candle I bought at Anthropologie that allows me to feel like I've got all kinds of fancy going on.  

much love

Sarah