I’m in love with Australia. We’ve been here for a little over one month and yes, I feel very badly about being off the grid and failing to launch the promised travel blog. But, as my friend Stacy pointed out: “Blog/Smog. You’ve been busy DOING things.” And that is true. I’ve been eating, sweating, and seeking my brains out.
February 19th, 2014: We just arrived in Melbourne a few days ago and preparations for Ironman on March 23rd are obviously underway. The gorgeous stretch of road that hugs the coastline from Frankston Pier (scene of the swim) to St Kilda beach (the finish line) is packed with athletes, many of them sporting Mdot tattos, compression socks, and most noticeably, that
I’ve been in Australia for less than a week and already I’m madly in love with the gardens here. The Royal Botanic Gardens in Sydney is tucked between the leafy preserve of Hyde Park and the sunny, blue expanse of the Harbo[u]r. Admission is free and it’s open from 7am to 7pm just about every
After a few days here in Sydney, I’m convinced that a bad meal is, if not impossible, highly unlikely. The famous Woolloomooloo meat pies, the fabulous seafood, the chocolate cafes — if you do not over-indulge in Sydney then you just aren’t paying attention. Fortunately, Sydney is a city where people love
One of my new commitments in life is to stop creating endless lists and spreadsheets, so a key element to the master travel plan is to stay flexible. If we like a place, we’ll stay a bit longer. If we don’t, we’ll move on. The only hard and fast criteria for any potential location is weather: We
As an endorphin junkie, I love to sweat and nothing makes me sweat like cycling. In fact, cycling can hurt me like no other sport. There is nothing quite like cresting a long uphill, the legs and the lungs screaming for relief, and then catching your breathe on clean, fresh air on a long, fast