Wilma is pestering me to get the blog written before I leave. I don’t want to as it requires that I acknowledge that this short chapter is concluding.
Today, Wilma and I headed into the city and went to “The Rocks” area where artisans and vendors set up their stands to sell their wares.
We had so much fun. We took our time and perused the booths purchasing a few items and then stopped for lunch.
We were in front of a German restaurant where Wilma said she always wanted to try their pork knuckle.
We sat at one of the tables outside and ordered the knuckle and a couple of beers.
The knuckle was tender and they had gotten the skin to the crackle form. Served with a little kraut, mash, beers and good friend – in a great city on a perfect fall day, well, it doesn’t get much better than that.
We were walking by an alley and Wilma noticed it had things hanging in between the buildings. On closer inspection we saw that it was bird cages.
We took the bus back to pick up Pebbles at Sabre Fencing and then to “Poppy’s” (father in law) for one last family dinner. The Turners were determined that I have a proper and decent meat pie before I left since my first try with one in the city was less than satisfactory. We had a good meat pie, peas, gravy and chips for a complete and great final Aussie meal.
Thank you Wilma and Pebbles for putting up with me and schlepping me to and from the train station every day. Thank you Wilma for your direction and advice and for signing up for the Raw Challenge that got me over here. That somehow feels forever ago and part of a whole different trip somehow. The entire trip has been very rewarding.
This adventure has my feet dirty and achy, my hair is what it is, and my eyes are sparkling from the wonderful sites, times and the tears of having to say goodbye to it all so quickly.
What a great time.