Two separate groups of tourists ran up to me, where I sat reading by the Opera House, and motioned to me that they’d like a photo. I thought, at first, they simply wanted one together along the waterfront so I was standing up to oblige when suddenly a middle-aged man plopped down beside me on the bench. He flashed a peace sign and the photo snapping began. You can imagine how shocked I was when each person in each group took a turn sitting next to me to have his/her own photo taken. They were clearly thrilled to have the chance to meet me, whoever they thought I was.
When the photography was all through, each excitedly thanked me again, smiled and continued their stroll around the Opera House. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pure hilarity of what I had just experienced.
I spent the rest of my morning waking up slow, drinking coffee and taking in where I sat. My favorite way to spend a morning. When I arrived at the harbor, I did a lap, smelling the sea and soon ended up on a bench beside the Opera House. I lost track of how long I sat there, drinking in my surroundings. The city couldn’t help but push its calm, clean self on the passersby.
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That was the morning of February 7, 2012. It’s now July of 2012 and I’m happy to announce I’m going to be a local Sydney sider in a few short weeks!
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