The Sunny Streets of Sydney
Day 2 began and ended with perfect sunshine, making up for the misty mistakes of yesterday.
After an amazing mocha (one of the few places in Sydney that actually knew what that was), I hopped on the train and headed into the city. First up? A walk over the famous Harbor Bridge:
It took me well over an hour to cross the bridge, as I kept stopping to stare and take 100 pictures of the same breathtaking view:
I was once again blown away by the fact that people around me live with this in plain sight. They walk by it on their way to work and hardly notice, an architectural beauty made commonplace by daily living.
I spent half the morning wandering close to the Opera House and Bridge, not wanting to leave. When I finally tore myself away, it was to promptly get lost in the old section of Sydney, named the “Rocks.”
I’m happy this way, on my timetable, wandering through quiet cobblestone streets. It doesn’t bother me that I don’t know where I am or that I may have walked right past some cool sights. I’m free to go wherever I want, and even a workout facility looks exotic to my tourist eyes!
I caught a ferry to Manly beach after a wonderful lunch, mainly because I was tired of walking. When I got there, I wasn’t disappointed.
The sun was so perfect that there was a slight haze over everything, giving it a touch of unreality.
I finally got up the courage to leave my clothes and phone in the sand to jump in! I was so blissfully out-of-place, with my blinding pale skin and un-toned legs, but that’s never really stopped me from having a blast!
I don’t want to miss out on spontaneous adventures because I don’t look airbrushed, and you shouldn’t either. Get out there and “ride the waves” – You won’t regret it.