Three cities in three weeks

All too quickly I have been reunited with my old friend routine now that I am back in a snow-covered Vancouver. Just to backtrack a bit as before I get to the present I want to fill you in on my last week and a bit in Australia. Alas I don't think one post will do it justice so I might stretch it to two because that is the least I can do for a trip that stirred up so much emotion and created more memories to add to the ones that my life's adventures have created for me thus far. Let's resume with me about to head off to Sydney for my cousin's wedding. Sydney as a city never disappoints from a tourist point of view as there is always a lot to see and do there, but for me this is also probably one of the reasons I could never live there as the city itself gives off a too touristy vibe if that makes any sense. Nonetheless I love the opportunity to go there and this time around it was made even more exciting and special by my cousin's nuptials and my desire to see family members whom had not made an appearance in my life in a few years. We arrived into Sydney late Friday morning and the key events of this day were family time and a wander around the city. Australian icons such as the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House never fail to leave me in awe of their impressiveness against the harbour backdrop.

Saturday was all about my cousin's wedding and Mother Nature didn't disappoint with the weather, which was glorious. It was a Greek Orthodox ceremony in a lovely church followed by just the right amount of elegance with the reception being held at a function centre called Curzon Hall. You really couldn't have asked for too much more across the whole occasion. It was all put together nicely and if I was the bride or groom I would have been quite happy with it all. The table settings, menu items and the addition of a photo booth were all excellent. In an effort to not overexpose this personal family event, the below photos only capture part of the essence of this special day.

Sunday was fleeting as we left early that afternoon so time was spent between the Miranda Westfield and saying a fond farewell to family. Although a special mention must be made of the flighty guests, cockatoos, which appeared on our hotel balcony that morning for a treat and so naturally my nephew delighted in feeding them cookies. Their numbers grew to a pretty impressive ten and they were joined by a rather colourful rainbow lorikeet at one point.

Sydney was a whirlwind weekend and only a fraction of my three weeks in Australia and who knows when I will return there again. However, when it comes to the final location of my time back home, Melbourne, I know I will be back there before it can forget my name. Stay tuned for my Melbourne musings and the sad farewell I didn't quite see coming when I started this little adventure!