…it’s a big deal over here. And by big deal, I mean it’s a huge frat party. I am currently sitting in the living room kinda watching “Friends” and kiiiinda watching all the half-naked drunk people walking to or from the beach. One guy actually turned around in circles before walking into our yard! He figured it out eventually.
Yeah, so I thought Australia Day would be like the 4th of July… kind of… but not really. There are a LOT of people at the beach… but more so it’s just a LOT of drinking and a LOT of Australian flag paraphernalia. I only saw college-aged people hanging out… not so much families. Oh and by “hanging out”, I mean I saw a lot of people in kiddie-pools and squirting each other with beer-loaded Super Soakers. No thanks.
Annnnnywho, this weekend was a real interesting one. NOTHING went as planned, but it was a weekend filled with finding happiness in the little things…
One of the many times that I got lost this weekend, I found myself walking through a cemetery that was a little bit creepy but mostly beautiful. The greenery was overflowing and I felt like I was walking through the Secret Garden (don’t make fun of me… you know you read it when you were 12). Then I saw something that I will always, always carry in my heart. An elderly man was sitting on the ground, next to a tombstone, reading a book… aloud. It was the sweetest thing I have ever seen. I tried not to stare as I briefly passed, but I was mesmerized. Love. Wow… how beautiful. LOVE.