Sydney is Love :x

When I first saw the Sydney Opera House up close, I was trying to remember the last time I fell in love with a place. With the opera house's superb architecture and its pristine white tiles glinting even with the tiniest bit of sunlight, it was hard not to fall in love.

It was a sight to see -- like a postcard coming to life. Something you've seen so many times on TV or in pictures is now right there in front of you. I, for one, couldn't think of anything but "We're herrrreeee..." like I could just end my journey right in front of the architectural marvel.

Our trip to Sydney was a string of these wow moments. Starting with Rolan and Krizel getting engaged(!) and oh-my-Greek-god in the office. In the Blue Mountains at Katoomba, we had photo opportunities with the Three Sisters, giggled at Tanya's socks and havianas, saw stunning views of the valley, and burned off a week's worth of steaks by climbing steep steps.

After a day in the mountains, we were off to Bondi beach. The sun was up, the waves were gigantic, the water was ice cold, and there was a cool spring breeze - a day to relax, lounge in the sand and get a tan. I would have loved to stay by the beach but again, we were off to see the city. Harbour Bridge, St. Mary's Cathedral, Hyde Park, Paddy's Markets, Darling Harbour -- it's amazing where two feet and painful calves can take you.



It's a challenge to see sights that are larger than life -- things and places that you'd rather be left alone to look at for hours. A part of you just wants to take it all in -- to take mental pictures and make sure you retain the memory in your head. And another part of you just wants to take too many pictures and convert the experience into something tangible. I can't remember how I dealt with all the things, places, and people I saw in Sydney. But what I do know is that whenever I think of Sydney I remember a beautiful city. And I remember love.