It's the end of winter and start of spring here in Sydney, which I find odd, backwards, confusing, and lovely. I've suffered through enough winters in Ohio, Maine, and Chicago to truly appreciate a chance to escape the frigid season.
Though one can find Australians decked out in puffy winter coats, hats, gloves, and ugg boots,
Bob and I are walking around in t-shirts wondering why they're geared up for a blizzard when flowers are blooming all around. I admit it's a bit chilly, and can get a tad breezy, but I feel if these people weretransfered to Chicago in January they would die in frozen shock.
But the point of this entry was to say, Bob and I like winter in Sydney.