Last day in the country. Last day in the homeland.

I have one day to enjoy sunshine, mums food, dog cuddles, family fights, lame television and cups of tea.

I have to be at the airport in the morning at 7am. My parents live approx a 2 and a half hours drive away. OUCH.

Listening to:

Cracker

Golden age

Patrick Watson

Close to Paradise

Simon and Garfunkel

Live 1969

My Christmas.

The Visiting Elf

Snowmen made for the Aussie sun

Santa baby

The real tree cut from the paddock

Nap time

My enemy.

It's attack of the flies. They all want my Christmas dinner!

I will not let them win, especially when it's pavlova time.

How i know I'm in the country...

I am constantly covered in dog hair.

I don't care what i look like ever.

I wear the most comfortable thing i can find.

I have bad cell reception.

Im constantly opening the fridge looking for mum's food.

I smell horse poop in the air.

I drink loads of tea all through the day.

I go to bed early.

My morning alarm is dogs climbing on my head.

I watch bad television.

The morning sunrise from my parents house:

Update.

After some delays with the plane leaving Paris, we finally arrived late into Rome.

From the small window of the van i saw some incredibly beautiful things. Rome is amazing to look at. No time to really get to know it beyond the car doors.

I am now in the country enjoying the comforts of my homeland.

Yesterday was so hot my eye lids were sweating. Gross.

I managed to do all of my Christmas shopping in 2o mins. Apparently it's easy if you just buy everyone the same thing.

It's Christmas eve in Australia tonight. Carols on the TV, cribbage, port and presents. It's a tradition in my family that on Christmas eve you get to choose a present to open.

I always pick the wrong one. I think i have been disappointed every year.

Im off to run around the paddock with the dogs and prepare my cribbage brain for battle .

My latest addiction

Macaroons.

So frigging delicious. I will be leaving Paris fat. For sure. I can't stop.

I have spent the last few days in Paris. It's snowing today. I leave for Rome tonight, if the plane is able to take off. I am secretly hoping it can't. It has been a really really busy schedule this time.

I am almost dead.

The sugar from the macaroons is definitely what is keeping me alive

Listening to:

The Noisettes

Wild Young Hearts

Lindy

Suspension of Disbelief

Australian Promo 09

Sydney sunset/skyline

Sydney Opera House

Me and my view

Ben and i on the boat