Sydney was lots of fun. The best holiday I've ever had, excepting the time when I was 7 in Desaru Johor and got to wear a Strawberry Shortcake bathing suit and get room service breakfast.
But Sydney was still great. It was the weather (toasty lovely). The food (unspeakably good). It was the people - Emily, Yann, David, Monica, the friendly man who saw us standing on the street studying a map and offered to help - so relaxed and easygoing, so friendly, so memorable. It was the debrief table in the afternoons with Doritos and iced tea. And also, it was the shopping.
Mostly I did pretty good with the shopping, and managed to avoid the onset of Holiday Shopping Brain (Yes, you know what I mean. Ruched capris, anyone?). There was, however, that one moment in David Jones when I almost succumbed to a Sass and Bide gold t-shirt. (I have a bad history with all things gold whilst on holiday.) Really, I ask you: a t-shirt that is gold? How could I imagine I would actually wear such an atrocity once back in cold and windy Wellington? It was close for a minute there, but I came to my senses in time.
It's slowly becoming good to be home.
