My mornings in Oz all followed a similar pattern. I woke every day before daybreak and cherished every second with my beautiful niece. The first mission of the day was to give her milk. She is perfectly capable of holding her own bottle, however it was rather endearing when she was feeling a little lazy and allowed me to feed her!
Bondi Beach was our first stop on friday morning. My Big Bro, My niece and a rather jet lagged Me, made our way to Bondi while his Gf had to spend the day working. Not to worry though as it was almost the weekend!
We didn’t stay on the beach for long as 10 month old babies have a habit of trying to eat the sand and without Mom in tow, we hadn’t really come prepared for sitting on the beach! Instead, we went for a lovely walk along the coastal path, followed by lunch then a trip to the park. I was shocked to see how may runners and walkers there are in Sydney. Also, personal trainers putting clients through their paces. It was refreshing to see and just one of the many advantages of living in a fairer climate.
Saturday was to be one of the highlights of my trip. The day began with little munchkins swimming lesson. The Dad’s go in with them, so I had my camera ready! Mommy had been for a run, so we met her there. (She was rapidly inspiring me to get fit as soon as I returned to the UK!)
Next stop, Darling Harbour, this was lovely. We walked, shopped then ate. We weren’t too greedy, as we were going out later that night.
For my ‘special’ birthday this year, they had bought me tickets to a dance show at the Opera House! How exited was I?!! We all put our glad rags on and waited for the baby sitter to arrive. We then made our way to Cafe Sydney, a gorgeous restaurant with balcony tables that overlook the Harbour Bridge. It was impressive and I was in awe of my surroundings. There were blankets over the arms of the chairs. What a wonderful idea, I often get chilly when sitting outside.
The food, wine and the company I was in, were delightful. At that particular point in time, there was nowhere else I would rather have been, it was perfect.
It was soon time for us to make our way to The Opera House. More comfortable shoes may have been a good idea, but it wasn’t too far and it was so worth the little walk. My first sight of the Opera House all lit up, made a little tear spring into my eyes! I really am getting soppy and emotional in my old age! It was definitely one of those ‘pinch me’ moments. It wasn’t long before I grabbed an innocent passer-by to take a photo of the three of us, we then took a few more pics’ of one another before heading to the entrance.
The show was fantastic, I even managed to curb my jet lag and stay awake! We then made our way to the Opera Bar for the tastiest cocktails I have ever encountered! My Big Bro was determined to get me drunk, but he struggled to actually get the alcohol into me, I’m such a lightweight!
By 10.30pm, we were home to relieve the baby sitter and if my memory serves me correctly, I don’t think it was long before we went to bed.
One thing I will never forget however, is my ‘Opera Evening’ with my Big Bro and his GF. I hope this doesn’t offend anyone, but it was right up there as one of the best nights of my life!
I couldn’t wait to see what the next day would bring…