The Gabtrotter

Quickly, quickly- for I really must be getting to bed. Sarah and I are so far so good. We enjoyed and accomplished a lot in Prague, saw mostly everything that I wanted to see (I would say everything but there was this memorial that sounds great in my Let’s Go book, but I’ll talk more about that when I have time).

Sarah and I are not backpacking in the most classic sense, which I prefer… We are suticasing through Europe, I guess in theory it seems easy to hike around with this huge bag on your back – but to me it sounds entirely unappealing. Especially when you can just stroll along the cobblestone, better than just adding unnecessary baggage (ha, pun). Also, not to judge, but just to set the bar: I have noticed an uncomfortably large amount of adult backpackers. I really hope to god that when I am an adult I am not so broke that I have to resort to traveling as a backpacker in Europe. Unless, that’s what I really wanted to do, I hope it doesn’t happen. But, famous last words I guess. *Sigh* I’m loving this whole suitcasing through Europe though. It’s fun. Packing is a crisis, every destination I’ve tried to eliminate unneccesary items —  but it still feels heavy. Oh well, Vienna tomorrow. I just keep thinking of that Billy Joel song…

“Slow down you crazy child, you’re so ambitious for a juvenile.”

One thing though Billy, shouldn’t you be ambitious when you’re a juvy? I mean, as an older adult it can get to be a little late — although it is important to hang onto that ambition. I’m going to stay ambitious, and I am a crazy child. C’est la vie Prahaha good times were had, more to come.

Oh yeah, PS

The people at the hostel thought we were French today. Compliment #3 of the joined Sarah and Gabby adventures

2 and 1 were people asking us for directions, which cracked us up because we like to look like we know what we’re doing…. well, we practice what we preach.

enjoying the beach on an overcast day

I’m sitting at Don’s Tavern. It’s Bond University’s local bar and other dining hall. It is only open Monday- Thursday. Thursday night is its biggest night, and I’ve had a few good times there. Well, one thing it has is a count down timer. It counts, to the second, how many days are left in the semester. Right now, there are 40 more days. Crazy huh? Right now I don’t even live weekend-to-weekend, but day-to-day. I don’t want the time to fly by me, because as the time flies the seasons change and next thing you know I’ll be out of here, through Europe, and finished with my senior year of college. Not that I don’t want to graduate, of course I do… I just want to bide my time until then. Thus, making the most of my day-to-day is essential.

My friends and I have finally solidified our trips for the rest of our tenure here. My, Leigh and I have booked a trip to Melbourne for April 9 – April 14th. In Melbourne we are going to go to Tasmania (hopefully), where the Tasmanian Devil is from. We are also going to try and drive the great ocean road and make our way to see some penguins in Philip’s Island. It’s going to be just Leigh and I in Darwin and we haven’t made out our itinerary just yet. We will be there Easter weekend, and this experience will be quiet a contrast from how I have typically spent my Easters. This weekend I am going to Whitsunday’s to see the Great Barrier Reef and go scuba diving. There are definitely a few great adventures to be had in these next 40 days. I’m happy we have booked these tickets so now I can focus on living as cheaply as possible until I get to Europe.

I still have to finish writing about my experiences at Sydney, I’ve been meaning to but haven’t been as motivated to write.

The weather has been really bad, and I’m worried that I’m going to leave Australia as pale as I got here. Apparently it has been the worst raining season it has been in 50 years. The sun has only come out for an hour each day for the past three weeks. My tan is washing away with the rain, it’s a little sad.

Sitting here waiting for my dinner, looking around the place I’ve called home this “winter”:  I’m realizing that I’m going to miss this place. This time.