I like to plan things, sometimes admittedly I’m a bit too thorough. However, for me the only type of good spontaneity is planned spontaneity (which totally is possible, I promise.) Therefore I was a bit thrown when I was offered a ride into the city the other day and I went without a plan. After being dropped off I somehow managed to walk in the wrong direction... which is impressive since I was trying to walk towards a city with skyscrapers. That’s skill. (See why spontaneous doesn’t normally work for me?) After about thirty minutes of walking in the wrong direction I finally glanced over my shoulder and realized that clearly I was not going the right way.
Should have been hard to miss...
Upon turning around it started to pour. My sentiments were described perfectly by an elderly gentleman who walked up to me and said, "lovely weather we’re having." He was walking in the same direction and upon hearing that I had no plans invited me along on his. Ian, who is 90 years old, is a World War II veteran who was thrilled to learn my grandfather had been in Australia during the war. He was going to the Shrine of the Remembrance. It’s really a nice place. Located on the outside of Melbourne, it is situated on a hill in the botanical gardens. Inside is a beautiful memorial and books that contain the names of every fallen Australian. Ian said he had looked up each one of his friends in them. In the center is a marble slab engraved with, "Greater love hath no man." On their version of Memorial Day, "Remembrance Day" on November 11th at 11 am a beam of light naturally shines down and illuminates the world "love." Ian and I went and had coffee at a nearby coffee shop before he went home. He told me the story of how he met his wife a total of 7 times but the way in which he told it made it worth hearing again and again.
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I went back and took a tour they were having. I really enjoy the symbolism that goes into memorials, and the Shrine had plenty. The entrances for the lower levels had you go through outside gardens in the shape of trenches. Each of the gardens had different themed plants (the one I went through was entirely Japanese plants.) My elderly tour guide enthusiastically pointed out every image of American soldiers he could find, it was very sweet. He talked my ear off after, and even gave me a hug.
Source: http://www.shrine.org.au
This wasn’t the first time I’ve met very nice elderly gentlemen in Australia. Doug took me into the city one day last week and we stopped by a guitar store. I was just wandering when another older gentleman came up and told me, "You know, the bagpipe store is across the street." I still have no idea what he was talking about, but Neil told me all about life and his plans ect. Doug was a bit surprised this had happened. I had told him people came up to me all the time, but he said that wasn’t normal. Must be my happy disposition-- I had someone tell me the other day that I was "disturbingly happy every time they had seen me."
Back at my host home I’ve finally adjusted to living with much chattier people than I am used to. There seems to never be a time when at least one person isn’t talking quite loudly (normally there are about three people talking all at the same time.) They’re just a friendly, loud, chatty family. I joked with my host father (Phil) that he and my host mom (Patrice) have a perfect set up for people they meet. Phil corners them and takes them down then Patrice goes in for the kill. The trick for me is to not listen to everything being said. It was getting exhausting... but I’ve now figured out the art of thinking about something entirely different while giving the correct affirmation. Half of what I say (when I get a word in edgewise) is a combination of "umhm, yes, oh that’s lovely, ect." (I feel I should add that Patrice read this and very much enjoyed my description.)
A neat tree.
It’s been really nice having someone about my age staying here, especially someone as nice as Doug (Phil’s middle son.) He’s taken me to dinner at his friends, out into wine country, to a eucalyptus forest, to the botanical gardens, a glass store (woohoo!), the symphony and yesterday I got to see him perform with the Melbourne Chamber Orchestra. It was a fabulous concert in one of the most unique performance spaces I’ve ever seen. Even though he leaves tomorrow he won’t get rid of me yet as he’s letting me stay with him when I go to Tasmania in a couple of weeks. I’m bracing myself for overwhelming joy of seeing my favourite animals, wallabies. Unfortunately, so far though I’ve seen an impressive amount of native wildlife it’s almost been exclusively post-mortem... which I didn’t really want to take pictures of. The weirdest animal I’ve seen was a wombat. They’re tanks of nature, medium-sized but sturdy.
"Vombatus ursinus -Maria Island National Park" by JJ Harrison (jjharrison89@facebook.com) - Own work. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vombatus_ursinus_-Maria_Island_National_Park.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Vombatus_ursinus_-Maria_Island_National_Park.jpg
I’ve had multiple skype sessions this week with friends and family and the lovely Alison showed me how to imessage people in the US. It only works with Iphones, but if you want to text, you can text me at mattie.theobald.1@gmail.com and I’ll get it on my ipad.
Miss & love you all!
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