Bon-Dee
Sitting up against a… willowish..pine like..tree? A thin one. Fits my back perfectly. Perched above a cove/bowl of a beach… imagine… the crescent style street of Seaside Florida… but make it 10-15 times larger… make it closer to the water.. make it perched up looking down over a green bowl of grass.. then a white sand beach.. then on each side of the bowl.. add some hills with some Italian villas/hotels/residences.. stacked on the sides with the best views of the beach. I’m in Sydney. Bondi Beach. Pronounced (bondai).. I wish it was pronounced (bon-dee).
It’s Good Friday. March 29th. Unbeknownst to me… everything shuts down at 10pm on Good Friday here. I arrived to my hostel at 8pm. I didn’t have my first meal until 9. I was looking to explore a little before bed.. but 10pm was a hard cut off.. frustrating at first.. but maybe it was just what I needed. I am personally feeling a self-imposed social cutoff coming my way as well. So ..while I’m in the zone and the thoughts are swirling.. I will write them down.. for you.. and me.
This may be a couple posts.. all written in the same night. I could talk about all things Australia.. comparisons to America.. food I’ve had(I had McDonald’s tonight) things I’ve seen… things I’ve done. I could give you an entire list of things to do and not to do.. from what.. my little experience and time spent here…. Blanket opinions from a minuscule amount of time spent in a foreign country…. I’ll step back a hare…. I am more than happy to talk about what my small experiences are of the places I’ve been.. but I believe the best way to get the most out of travel is to wing it.. to a certain extent… we all have our own interests and tastes… something I love.. and someplace that I would want to spend the rest of my life… might be completely different from yours. And that’s okay. I really don’t want my opinion to persuade you from visiting or experiencing something that might be right up your alley. But then I grapple.. with just putting out my honest truth about what exactly I experienced.. but I know that the person sitting next to me who was loud… or the chef who had the bad day at a restaurant and wasn’t on top of his game who messed up the food… or the town that is absolutely picturesque when the sun is out… but the day I was there… it couldn’t have looked more disgusting… but the day the influencer with 100,000 followers showed up.. it was gorgeous.. maybe with a filter too.
I learned quickly… to take all of the travel blogs with a grain of a salt.. and tbh… after a few weeks. I’ve stopped my research on google… I make sure the area I’m staying in is safe enough.. and then go off a large consensus of people I run across and their opinions. I feel like I may be contradicting myself here… by saying I get recs from people without wanting to give one..but everyone wherever you go does have an opinion… if you compile enough of them scattered across many different geographic locations, races, sexes, socio economic status, etc… you know enough to decide whether or not the place in consideration is worth your time or money. Oof. I want to talk about so much more other than this. Finding Zack wants to talk about insecurities while he’s capable of putting them out in the open in hopes to release himself and others from whatever is holding them back. Next post.
