We just enjoyed a long weekend, which was so insanely overdue in my eyes. Even though work is pretty interesting and challenging I have been dreaming of a holiday since February, when my parents came to visit and I last had time off. Come December when we fly home, I will be so ready for a break.
Melbourne has gone from a genuine winter, wind and rain and hail and 6 degrees, to summer! In about 3 weeks. Spring happened for about 17 days it seemed. This long weekend was 28, 30, 31. We went to the beach, to the pool, ate 50% of our meals from a barbecue, as was always the intention!
I’ve been anticipating season 2 of Serial, as has half the world. I’ve seen the odd article on the suspected subject of season 2 but I’ve tried to avoid detail, just give me a date!
And finally, I’m letting my early summer be soundtrack by Ryan Adams covering Taylor Swift’s entire 1989 album. Smitten.
I just grabbed my phone pictures for the last week to post, as some kind of snapshot of the week I had. If I continue this way, when I look back I’ll remember nothing but obscure screenshots and delicious food. And that’s very nice but I’d like to remember something more substantial too.
So in addition to my Melbourne food log, it’s worth saying that last Friday Oliver and I booked flights to go home to England at Christmastime. I’ve never spent so much money on flights; a combination of late booking, a decent itinerary and the time of year.
And we were only able to do that because of our beautiful long term visa which was approved earlier in the year. It’s been the greatest relief to know we can stay put for a while, make plans to visit parts of Australia we’ve never seen and, of course, visit England!
We’re excited for a cold, festive Christmas with Stilton and British TV, Christmas songs and our families.
But anyway, some ridiculous bits from the week…
Oliver and I have spent an entire 5 years together and I’ve never been happier. We’ve done so much together, seen so many places and had so many adventures. I am very content and feel so lucky.
We went to watch Amy Schumer do her one off Melbourne stand up a couple of Wednesdays ago and she didn’t disappoint. Hamer Hall is a stunning building, reminded me of Manchester’s Bridgewater Hall… yet another Manchester/Melbourne similarity!
Then on Thursday we went for a fancy dinner at Movida, one of dozens of Melbourne restaurants I’ve been hankering to try. We sat at the bar and watched food being cooked and drinks being poured. The atmosphere was great and the tapas was expensive and delicious; good anniversary dinner conditions.
Then Oliver arranged a little weekend away in Daylesford, Victoria… because he’s awesome. All pictures below…
Amy, above! Crude and hilarious and fearless.
The next night we ate at Movida and enjoyed it too much to take pictures, but we moseyed to Single Malt on Russell Street and I had this delicious beer whilst Oliver drank Scotch. Like a man.
Airy scones in Daylesford!
The saganaki that I melted instead of frying.
Sweaty and eating bread and butter after our fancy jacuzzi (and a bottle of wine).