By Jenna Booth
I’m not walking around saying “brekkie” instead of “breakfast”, or “too easy” instead of “no problem”, but I already have a grip on living in Sydney after about one week.
I know how to get places!
Whether it’s walking around at night seeing the light and music shows being put on by Vivid or running through the city and its many parks this morning, I already have a sense of the city and where I am.
I have utilized every sort of transportation:
The arduous but surprisingly manageable 22 hours spent on an airplane
The ferry to Manly beach (once for a Food, Wine, and Sustainability Festival; once to go hiking on the cliffs)
Multiple train rides
A taxi to Salesforce.com when it was pouring rain
I know where to get food!
Australia has two large grocery store chains: Woolworths and Coles, the latter of which is on the block catty-corner to the block our apartment is on and I can find a few gluten-free/dairy-free products to satisfy my unfortunate diet. The GF/DF cookies are better in the U.S., but the GF/DF bread in Australia beats the American counterpart any day.
Since the major chains can by kind of pricey, I buy all of my produce at Paddy’s Market on Sunday afternoons. It’s basically an extremely crowded farmer’s market in the basement of Market City in Chinatown. Our apartment is located just outside of Chinatown and there are at least ten Thai restaurants within two blocks.
I am no longer fooled by forecasts!
It says it is going to rain just about every day and it rarely does. Somehow all the Australians know that it isn’t going to rain. What is this sorcery?
But I still do tourist-y things.
Like taking pictures of everything.
Like having to ask a million questions about what buses go to which places.
Like almost buying a cheap sweatshirt with “AUSTRALIA” plastered on it.
Like going to bed at 9pm sometimes because I’m still jet-lagged.
Like stressing over my extremely limited access to Wi-Fi.
Like climbing the Sydney Harbor Bridge.
*The influence and prevalence of Asian culture is very strong in Sydney; meanwhile, I can count on one hand the number of black people I have seen here.