Dreams

I’m living a dream. It’s a dream that I have harboured since Grade 4 when I first learned of Australia. As we looked at pictures of duck-billed platypus’ and kangaroos in our school room, I knew that one day I wanted to visit this strange country that was so far away.

Now I’m here, and something just doesn’t seem right. Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely loving it, and it truly is a place that I will always cherish. But there’s just something. It took me a long time to figure out what it was that was nagging at me, but then I received an email from back home. From one of my dearest and closest friends, and it hit me. I’m not sharing my dream with anyone.
Sure I’m writing about it, and my friends and family get to view everything second hand through my pictures, but there’s no one here sharing my dream with me. And that truly makes the difference.

I’ve spent so many years searching for my dreams and trying to follow every single one. And I have had some amazing adventures, made wonderful friends, and have lasting memories from every experience. But the thing that I’ve been missing is my friends and family. Or maybe it’s just my family, because those friends back home really are part of my family.

So now I’ve realized that I want to be with them. I want to be near them when they go chasing their dreams. I want to experience all of the ups and downs of life with them. I’m not forgetting about all the dreams that I still cherish, and I’m not giving up anything. I’m merely realizing that being with my family is much more important and fulfilling than anything I could experience as I flit about trying to find what I want.
Don’t get me wrong I’m still going to be doing a fair bit of flitting around the world, but now I know where my home really is, and where I want to come back to.

Hello 2011

It’s New Year’s Day. At least it is in Australia. I believe that they are just about to ring in 2011 back in North America. Strange how the time difference isn’t too noticeable until an event where everyone celebrates at a specific time.

So here I am on the other side of the world at the start of 2011. The fireworks were spectacular, the company was great, but now it comes time for those new year’s resolutions. What is it that I most want?

Sure I’ve got all the traditional resolutions. Eat healthier, get active, lose weight, yadda yadda. But I think that considering how special the start of this year is, I need a special resolution. Maybe that can be my resolution. To figure out what it is I really want this year.

An Aussie Christmas

Some may think that being a Canadian it would seem very strange for me to have a non-white Christmas. To be honest I’ve had a lot more warm, green Christmases than white ones in my lifetime. Yet, despite the similarity in weather, it just doesn’t feel like Christmas this year.

There are Christmas carols in all the stores, although they do refuse to play them in my restaurant. There is a big Christmas tree in the city, with banners, lights and festive displays proclaiming the festive season. I’m even working with Santa, and yet the Christmas spirit seems a long way off.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m not enjoying myself, but I’m feeling a little bit homesick for family and friends, eggnog and turkey, and presents under the Christmas tree.

There are some wonderful Christmasy experiences, and I’m cashing in on every one. The display at Crown Casino is really beautiful, and as I watched I felt just like a little kid again. Little kids faces lighting up as they walk through the curtain and see Old Saint Nick waiting to listen to their Christmas lists, makes me remember Christmas’ past.

And then suddenly it was Christmas Eve. It tends to sneak up on you when you’re working over 60 hours a week. Christmas tunes finally played through the speakers at work, and everyone enjoyed the giddiness of the holiday.
Christmas morning I opened my emails, to discover my Christmas gift. Then after getting as close to them as possible, thanks to the wonders of Skype, I felt a little less alone. A picnic in the park with some new friends made for lazy Christmas Day, that might not have been perfect, but will still be remembered with fond memories.

It's a Whitsunday Day

There are a number of reasons why I made the long trek to the other side of the world, and a big one of those is beaches! The sound of waves gently lapping the shore, as a tropical breeze cools me from the heat of the sun shining in a cloudless sky is as close as I want to get to Heaven anytime soon.

As Meghan and I sat in Avalon airport, each toting only one bag with bathers and cute sundresses, the anticipation of a relaxing beach side holiday depleted any weariness at the hours of travel to get there. And it was more than I ever could have imagined.
Luck favoured us for each aspect of our trip. As we taxied along the runway, our pilot informed the passengers that there would be a couple minutes delay because Melbourne Airport was closed due to a storm. Lucky for us we had changed our plans and decided to fly out of Avalon, or we never even would have been airborne for our amazing trip.
Despite the pilot pushing the plane’s limits, I believe he was attempting to see how far he could angle it before we went into a barrel roll, we made it safely to Mackay. Now it was only a short bus ride, complete with the middle-aged driver singing pop songs, to Airlie Beach.

You can imagine the feelings of disappointment when we awoke to find the blue sky covered by gray clouds, and rain intermittently soaking everything that the humidity hadn’t already dampened. This was our day to cruise out to the Great Barrier Reef, we wanted a little sun! We weren’t going to let anything dampen our excitement at seeing this wonder, however, and even without the sun beating on us, we sported cute sun dresses.

I believe that again fortune favoured us, because as we passed the last islands of the Whitsundays and headed out into the ocean towards the outer reef, the sun not only poked through the clouds, but banished every last one from the sky. As we arrived at the Great Barrier Reef the sun shone brilliantly from a crystal clear sky, dazzling the tropical waters of Knuckle Reef Lagoon.
After only a little bit of coaxing we were dressed in our stylish stinger suits, with flippers, snorkels and the all important underwater camera. Sitting on the platform, it took the conquering of a few more nerves before plunging into the warm ocean water. The reef was beautiful, albeit much less colourful than I always imagined it would be. It was a truly amazing experience to be out there without any land in sight.
Our remaining time at the reef consisted of enjoying a delectable lunch while wearing only bathers and gazing across the blue expanse of ocean. There was a chance to view the reef up close in a glass bottom boat, as well as in a semi-sub, complete with commentary from the local marine biologist. Before we knew it our sun filled day on the ocean had come to an end and we were cruising back to our tropical island for the night.

The ferry arrived at Long Island at dusk, and in the waning light, with torches lighting the path, and casting their glow on palm fronds, it felt like a true tropical paradise. The resort was quiet, and secluded. Hammocks swung between palm trees, offering a view out across the bay.
That first night was one that I won’t soon forget. We relaxed in the warm night air, enjoying nachos and sipping coronas as wallabies hopped on the nearby beach. Before long a local musician was taking requests and entertaining the twenty guests that were enjoying the night.

And then, as we all sat covered by the tin roof, the rains came. It was a true tropical rain storm. I have never seen rain come down so hard, drenching everything and not easing up for hours.

Our excitement at being on a tropical island was bit dampened the next day when we opened our screen door to a complete mass of grey cloud cover and a constant drizzle. Well, we were Canadian, and this was a lot better than snow, so we didn’t let it stop our explorations. We cooed over wallabies, steered clear of creepy spiders, and let ourselves get balked by birds; and had an amazing morning. While enjoying a coffee on the deck, and looking at over the bay, a small break in the clouds was spotted. How exciting! It grew until we once again had sunshine, and baked in the heat, while melting in the humidity.

The tides were extreme and as the sun appeared, the tides went out, exposing new things to explore. While trekking on an exposed peninsula to Pelican Island, we worked hard to avoid crabs and barnacles, although the latter managed to leave a mark.
Awaking the next morning, the sun shone done on us, sending an invitation to enjoy it’s warmth while we sailed out to Whitehaven Beach. With a quick stop on Daydream Island, where Meghan and I both immediately fell in love with the resort, we were soon on board the Camira and sailing through the Whitsundays. We toasted our skin, and soothed our souls with the sounds of the prow cutting through the waves. It was a truly tropical day.

Our last night in Airlie Beach we decided we should experience a little bit of the party atmosphere that the area is known for. After being mistaken for girlfriends by a guy that believed he could hit on Meghan in his extremely drunken state, and noting how many girls were willing to enter the wet t-shirt contest, we decided to call it a night.

With a few hours before our bus came to take us back to the airport the next day, what else was there to do except shop? Especially with so many sales on!
Despite the exhaustion we both felt after arriving back in Melbourne at 2am, our trip to the Whitsundays will be one remembered and smiled upon forever.