I love waking up in a place where I'm a bit of an outsider. I've always loved it and I can't really explain why. Maybe it's because I feel like it's something of an adventure...I don't know.
For the first time in nearly ten years, it's summer in the northern hemisphere and I'm not in Europe. It feels kind of odd sometimes when I hear about all the flying my friends are doing in the heart of the summer. But, I'm not at home, I'm waking up each morning to winter in Australia, spending the short days riding the cool new bike Glen bought me, watching him catch lobsters then cooking them up for dinner, doing a bit of winter flying in the Hunter Valley, a lot of running along the hilly paths and just having a generally quiet and cozy time.
The last few days have particularly warm, so Glen had a little surf the other afternoon. The waves are only slight bigger here than at home ;-)
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