1st day in Sydney!

Well, we made it, safe and sound.
First of all, I have something to say about showers. I have always taken them for granted, but I swear to God that I will never have as great a shower as the one I had today after our grueling 14 hour flight. It was bliss.
Sorry, just had to get that out of the way. Anyways, we have been in Sydney for about 12 hours now, and it feels like 2 days. But it's ok, because I am in love with Sydney. It is my city. It's by the water, it has adorable cute buildings and amazing architecture, and it's a big enough place but still compact and useful. Oh, and Hugh Jackman's from there. Yes. Please. Funny, my parents thought I'd fall for an Australian guy, but personally, I think the city might be more dangerous. Then again, I still have a month to go pops...

So far, we trudged through the city to see the Royal Botanic Gardens, took way too many pictures of flying foxes (they looked liked bats) in the trees, made our way to the Sydney Opera House, watched some acrobats make random stuff up for an audience, and took a double decker tour bus called "Hop-on, Hop-off" throughout the city. If anyone visits Sydney, I thoroughly recommend it. It's great to get your bearings of where everything is, and it helped us sort out where we want to go and do when we return at the end of our trip.

As for now, We are sitting at our hostel killing time before dinner. Jess is a champ, if she had it her way she'd be snuggling in her bunk right about now, sleeping her jet lag off. I'm feeling exhausted as well, but we promised Maggie we'd stay up till 8 or 9. I think we can do it.

Cut to me at 7:30 dragging Jess back to our hostel. Super fun.

Well, that's about it for now. We're hitting the Paddington bazaar tomorrow bright and early, but seeing as how Maggie said that, it'll be more like noon. It's time to put my birthday money to good use. I mean...that's for travelling. um...got to go.

Peace.
Angela

p.s. the flight sucked, but the movie/TV/music/games choices? A.MAZ.ING. seriously, so much to choose from. the man in front of me decided to watch The Sister of the travelling pants 2. I'd judge him, but I took 90 minutes of the flight to watch 17 again. Francesca, JUDGE ME NOT.