Australia - Day 2, Canberra

Australia is a little bit like coming home. Probably because it was where I spent the most time in high school and was a teenage girl. Leisa and I drove by our old house. I knocked on our old neighbor's door to see if they still lived there but they didn't (sorry
Tom, no info on Sy). We drove around the city center and stopped Burley Griffin Lake and had lunch at the Regatta Cafe. Burley Griffin Lake is where we would go to watch the Bird-Man competition and the Skyfire when we lived here.
Then we went to the Telstra Tower on Black Mountain to get a view of Canberrafrom up high. As we were walking out we saw a Rosella (I think it's a type of parrot) and a Magpie (I hate those birds - when they're nesting they'll "swoop" at you if you get close to their nests. They terrorized us when we were growing up). When we lived here, we used to go out to a park where you could
feed the grey kangaroos, but I guess it closed, so we drove out to Tidbinbilla, a nature preserve that has a bunch of different nature walks. We got to see a bunch of kangaroos and a couple of emus. As we were walking in a Kookaburra started laughing and, of course didn't do it again while we where there so I could get it on video (stupid bird). Then we came back to the house and Leisa introduced me to Bundaburg rum. Definitely bringing some of that back with me.
=D Great start to my vacay, just catching up and reminiscing about school and friends and boys.



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