Tuesday, March 29, 2011

First Impressions of Townsville

The Coral Bay Lodge at 22 Mead Street, Townsville - Great. My GPS only speaks German, and the rental car is yelling at my “passenger” to put on its seatbelt. Too bad it can’t see that my “passenger” is a 40lb suitcase.
GPS set to English [American]: check. Suitcase relocated to the trunk: check. Driving on the left side of the road: check. And it’s not nearly as hard as I expected – left-hand turn lanes, off-ramps on the other side. Traffic circles which aren’t that far off from bike circles in Davis… (I never went the right way on them anyway) but parallel parking BACKWARDS on the other side of the street? Yeah, this is going to be a problem.
By the grace of God and GPS, I arrived safely to my hotel in what the map says is the middle of the city: a crooked street enveloped in palm trees and ferns, sitting at the bottom of a giant red monolith. Hmm. A 3-legged cat hobbled up to welcome me as I walked in, along with a very friendly and welcoming man who remembered my name from when I called in and asked for a room last night.
“Ay, G’day, yew must be Michelle!”

he said, shaking my hand. His accent was the strongest I’ve heard so far, and he was wearing hiking boots, short cargo shorts and a button-up flannel shirt with a flat straw sunhat. Australian stereotype: confirmed.

 
He showed me down the wood steps and around to the lower level of the house and to the guest rooms – mine is #5, and is everything basic that I need: a king bed with pastel sheets, a mini-fridge with cold water, a desk with pleather chairs, and a nice view of the palm garden out my window. The “Barbie” and a clothes line are both out back and accessible for me to use. I asked him if I needed a rental car this week, and he scoffed at me.

“Nah, jus’ about everything’s walkin’ distance from here, an the Uni’s just a bus ride away.”  
For some reason, I'm skeptical about that.
The air conditioning in my room is heaven – at 32C degrees outside (about 83F) and 85% humidity, I can feel the sweat begin to develop on the palms of my hands and bottom of my feet as soon as I walk outside. I want so badly to explore this cute little city… but it’s soooo niccceee in here.
Okay, time to suck it up and go back outside.
Tropical Queensland: Butterflies, Palm Trees and Thunderclouds
To my surprise, I actually am right in the middle of the city – I walked a few blocks down the hill, and hit Flanders Street, the main shopping area with dozens of little restaurants, pubs, and pokie booths. (Pokies = slot machines.) People watching, I noticed a man with a metal studded bracelet  pushing a stroller with two kids. His shirt said “I am brilliant and have good ideas, I just don’t give a shit.” I chuckled.  A couple minutes later, I saw a similar woman (also with two kids) wearing a shirt that said “if you don’t like me, then piss off.” I wonder if that’s a common theme around here?

 About ½ mile later, I found the harbor, followed by the Northern Queensland Museum, the Aboriginal Culture Center, the Reef Aquarium and The Strand – a long path along the beach with all the nice restaurants and hotels.
As I turned the corner from the harbor, I was shocked – 5 minutes before,  it felt like I was in a jungle – now, here is the perfect postcard picture of a red sandy tropical beach framed in palm trees, with a dark silhouette of Magnetic Island off in the distance.
I grabbed a Chai Tea frappe, and noticed a gathering of butterflies – bright blue and yellow – fluttering down towards the beach. I follow suit - dropped my stuff, and dove in to the netted (jellyfish-proofed) area. I couldn’t believe it… the water was 30 degrees (so in the 80s F) and felt like bath water. Colorful parrots in the trees, bright colored flowers and palm trees all along the beach, and a dramatic sunset obscured by thunderclouds. Townsville, I’m beginning to think that I seriously underestimated you.


Brisbane: The City

Theoretically, we’ve been in the Brisbane area for about four weeks now, but this week is our first real introduction to “Brizvegas” – the art, food, music and eclectic corporate culture that lives in the downtown area of the city.

We’re recruiting at QUT, what Jake and I have decided is the “NYU” of Brissy, buzzing with ambitious engineers and commerce students who commute in from the city. The campus, and our lifestyle this week is a stark contrast to how spoiled we’ve been the last few weeks – instead of sunshine it’s been pouring rain, and Jake and I are part of the rat race of business suits every morning as we make our way into town. Shorts, umbrella and backpack full of flyers, we trek from our hotel in the outskirts of the city to the Central Train Station, then follow the crowd down through endless malls and shopping districts into the Botanical Gardens which marks the edge of campus. As predicted, our accommodation this week is back to budget – we’re staying at “The Snooze Inn: A Boutique Budget Accommodation” as the sign says in bright purple letters. It’s in a slightly seedy part of town – there are some night clubs, “peep show parlors” and a Chinatown down the road, but so nothing immediately unsafe or threatening. Our room is small and basic with a window out to an alleyway, two beds, a 6x6 foot bathroom and a mini-fridge, but it’s clean and has internet and air conditioning! So meets all of our basic needs. 
On a more exciting note, the weekend was a lot a fun – Friday night we met up with Liezl (friend,  former ISV recruiter), Lacey (her roommate) and a group of assorted friends for Korean BBQ. This was my first experience of the kind, and it was absolutely overwhelming. If you’ve never had Korean BBQ before then first: go out and try it. Second: make sure you bring someone who knows what they’re doing, or you could end up seriously burnt or with food poisoning. Lucky for me, half the table were Korean BBQ regulars, so our coal grill-embedded tables were pre-ordered and covered in plates of raw fish, seaweed, meat of indistinguishable kinds, piles of noodles, rice and a jelly-like substances that I assumed was made of seaweed.



Guy on right: MY HAIR IS COOLER THAN YOURS!!!!
Guy on left: Yea right mate, you wish

Getting a “doggy bag” at a nice restaurant is pretty taboo here in Australia, so we ate everything we could, but there was SO much food that even the twelve of us couldn’t finish it all! So after rolling ourselves out of the restaurant, we headed out to the town, and I finally discovered why Brisbane has the nickname of “Brizvegas.” We hopped between several places – one full of 18 year olds and ladies on a “hens night” (bachelorette party – here they dress up in crazy costumes and do a big scavenger hunt out on the town) and the second, a great venue with a live band outside, and a colorful mix of people. Most notably, we had a couple middle-aged men that were best described by our Australian friends as “bogans.” (Bogan = redneck.) As you can see, their haircuts were something of a Rastafarian mullet and reverse buzz cut, and they drunkenly took turns serenading us to the tune of “Living in the Land Down Under.” Also had a few interesting cat-call attempts – one guy grabbed the waist of my dress as I walked by, looked me in the eyes, and drunkenly slurred “I miss you.” (I ran.) Another did the classic “have you met my friend Joe?” *insert Joe sporting a rattail and sports jersey + popped collar.* Yiiiikes.
The night’s events carried into the early morning, and as a result, Jake and I decided that Sunday would be dedicated to sleeping in and visiting museums. Good choice.
Brisbane’s museums are well-known throughout Queensland, and for good reason – they were free on Sunday, and packed with cool things to check out. Below are a few pictures of my favorite exhibits, and some pieces that stuck with me. 

In this exhibit, you write your wish on a piece of paper, then take
a wish bracelet out of the hole and exchange it with the paper.
Some of the wishes were really cute: "I want a baby brother or sister"
"I wish I lived in Australia" and some were really sad, like
"I wish my dad would call more often" :(

A few examples of modern art...

SO much fun - as you walk in the museum, they have a slide from the 3rd to the 1st level!



Monday, March 21, 2011

The Path of Twenty Two

I graduated college nine months ago and resolved that I would not move back in with my parents and would not begin work in an entry-level office job. While interviewing Eric Weiner, author of “The Geography of Bliss” for my campus newspaper, I told him these life resolutions, and the advice he gave has stuck with me ever since.

“You can only be young and stupid once, Michelle” he said. “So write. Travel. This is the time in your life to f*ck up.”
And so I did. I took the travel-based recruiting job with ISV and said no to salaried jobs with Target, Liberty Mutual, and Aerotek. I bought a plane ticket to Kiev, Ukraine, with a return ticket out of Amsterdam. I spent the summer couch surfing across Europe, learning bits and pieces of languages I couldn’t speak, catching up with good friends, and scribbling notes into my dotted notebook that disappeared from my plane seat on the way home.
And then the job began – the fantastically complex recruiting world of ISV; a subculture full of perpetual novelty with peaking highs and lows, constant uncertainty spiked with adrenaline rushes, solid relationships formed through shared experience, and seeing the world while living out of a beat-up fuchsia suitcase.  
In the last year, I’ve slept more places than I can even keep track of – beautiful resorts overlooking beaches and mountains, crappy Travelodges with questionable plumbing and a bathroom that smelled like old pizza. Hostels with 11 other people I’ve never met; couches, pullout beds and air mattresses at friends’ houses in seven different countries.  I’ve hiked up mountains, jumped off cliffs and out of a plane. I’ve gone diving under the ocean, floated along rivers, and over big swells on my surfboard.

This, and much more, has been my 22nd year of life.
But the season is ending. Only a few more weeks left in the recruiting year, and I have big choices to make. Is it time to settle down? Do I miss having more than Skype and a suitcase as certainty in my life? Where do I go from here, when presented with two very different paths – one that is more certain, secure, predictable.  And another that is completely unknown; pursuing love, travel, adventure and all those other frivolous things that don’t pay bills or show up in bold on a resume.
But wait - I’m only 22. I keep telling myself this, because it’s become my mantra. The best form of justification I have.
Most of my fellow coworkers are in their mid to late 20s, and smile when they realize that I’m “only 22 years old.”

 “Aww you’re just a baby” Meetal used to say jokingly to me. “You have so much time to figure things out” others would add in.
But now, taking a step back, I’ve come to realize – what’s the big rush? Who says that your freshmen year of life, you need to have everything figured out? What a blessing it is to be young, and optimistic. To have freedom from mortgages, children, the pure necessity of stability. There’s nothing fake about this alternative path to the real world. If anything, it has more fulfilling challenges and better scenery, in exchange for never quite knowing where it’s going to lead next.  (Which, who are we kidding, you never really know in life anyway.)
So I think that Eric and my older coworkers are right. This is the time in my life to f*ck up - to follow my heart, and take the path less traveled. To hit walls so I know how to climb over them. To write. To make optimistic plans that may or may not pan out, but to believe that they will.
And that is the blessing of being 22: knowing that I have both time and stupidity on my side, and as long as I keep moving forward, I’ll find my way - no matter which path I choose.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Byron Bay, Gold Coast & Coolangatta

The Great Outdoors

For as much as I love talking about adventure travel, the best times are when the ISV meeting script starts to parallel my real life. "Guys, you will be staying in a range of places - from bunk houses to four star resorts, homestays to even camping under the stars. You can go cave exploring, visit dense jungles, white sandy beaches, and go surfing in beautiful turquoise water."

Jake and I woke up Saturday morning, and decided it would be that weekend. With no plan beyond breakfast and coffee, we checked out of the hostel and threw our backpacks into the mess that is our car. (We've been living out of it for a month now, so you can imagine what it looks like with all of our luggage + old today flyers + sign up sheets + water bottles + remnants of various lunches and dinners on the road. Even with weekly cleanings, the poor thing has suffered some serious abuse.)

So with everything packed up, our chef friend suggested that we check out the tea tree lake across the street, which we didn't even notice on our way in because of all the campers and tents surrounding it. Wandering only a few hundred feet from our hostel, we were shocked to find a gorgeous tree-enveloped lake, hidden between campsites and practically sitting at the sand line of the beach! But even stranger than the placement of the lake was the water: reddish-brown, the color of Coca Cola, and it felt like olive oil when we jumped in and let it soak into our skin.

We went for a long swim, enjoying the spa-esque experience of being in a Tea Tree lake, and eventually concluded that we would continue our day by driving back up to Byron Bay.

Notorious for being a beachy backpacker hippy town, I remembered Byron Bay as my favorite spot on the entire ISV adventure tour. We showed up there after a short drive, and before we even got into the city I remember why I loved this place so much - the lighthouse up on the hill, perfect white beaches with sand that squeaks when you walk on it, women in flowy dresses hosting Saturday morning Yard Sales, endless handmade jewlery shops, juice bars, and healthy cafes with fresh baked muffins and sweets. Yep, it was everything I remembered and better, after spending a day at the beach and hiking to see the eastern most point of Australia and the Byron Bay Lighthouse right around sunset.

I told Liezl we were going down toward Byron for the weekend and her response was something along the lines of: "lucky you guys - that's about as close as you get to heaven." With the picture below, I don't know how anyone could disagree. Often pictures can't even capture but a sliver of the real beauty, but the panorama feature on my camera does a great job of trying it's best.



After hiking, swimming, surfing, going on a beach run and having a night out at Cheeky Monkeys, (infamous backpacker bar where table dancing is encouraged) we were exhausted and ready to head back up to paradise #2: our beachside resort on the border of Tweed Heads and Coolangatta.

Coolangatta/Tweed Heads Resort: COOLest Accomodation Ever

Okay, so it wasn't exactly in budget - but we couldn't resist. Jake and I found an amazing deal on the Tweed Head Outrigger Resort, with a full buffet breakfast included. Every day that we woke up and looked out our 13th story window at the beach or returned to the lap pool and steam room after a long day of work, Jake and I felt like royalty. For this reason, I began writing down all the reasons I love this place so that next week when we're inevitably back to budget accomodations, we can look back and remember how awesome this week really was.

1) The sun rises at 5:30am over the ocean, right outside our window, so I don't even need to use an alarm.
2) Our room has an instant hot water boiler and they give us a fresh milk carton daily to use for our tea.
3) Down the stairs and a few hundred feet away is one of the best surfing beaches in the world, and the water is currently 73 degrees.
4) No need for air conditioning, because we can sleep with the sliding glass door open out to the balcony.
5) Lap pool, steam room, BBQ, free internet cafe.
6) Breakfast buffet with museli, yogurt, pancakes, baked beans, stewed tomatoes, and bananna bread. Enough said.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

A Friday in Surfers Paradise, QLD & Lennox NSW

Today was a perfect day. The kind of day where you wake up without a plan, and fall asleep with a full stomach, sun-warmed skin, and a happy-tired body from a day full of activity.
Jake and I decided last night that we want to spend the weekend near Byron Bay, my all-time favorite beach city from when I first fell in love with Australia on my ISV trip in summer of 2008. So we sorted out all of our work this morning – sending out yesterday’s applications at the post office, copying all our receipts from hotels and rental cars – then hopped in the car, and headed southwest.
Clearly, using Jake's board :)
For the first time in awhile, the forecast didn’t call for rainshowers or tropical thunderstorms, and our first stop in Surfers Paradise couldn’t have been more picturesque, with billowing white clouds and water temperatures in the mid-70s. We stopped by the surf school Jake used to teach at, and I met Cheyne Horan the owner of the school, and an iconic Australian surfer in the 1970s. According to Jake, this guy used to be quite the anti-establishment rebel; now he’s a jovial, sarcastic man in his early 60s, still in surfing shape with years of sun melted into his permanently tan skin.
“Heya Jake!” he said in a gruff, heavy  Australian accent. “Whose ya friend here?”
He introduced me, we talked for a couple minutes, and Cheyne passed me off a foam yellow longboard to try out at the beach.
“Careful, ye’ll never get this one out of the water” he warned me with a wink, pointing to Jake and his shortboard as we left the school entrance and headed out for the beach.
A hard paddle and a few strong sets of waves later, I realized that my foam banana wasn’t going to let me get much further than the inside sets. I accepted it, and still managed to have a good surf session in the smaller stuff, enjoying the bathwater ocean temperature and watching Jake and the other shortboarders rip it up on the outside.
After a few hours of that, Jake did get out of the water – but only after realizing that the meter on our car had expired, (no ticket – yay!)  and that we were both starving. So we returned the board, and headed down the coast a bit to Burly Head, another picturesque beach town a few k’s down from Surfers Paradise. Jake grabbed Subway, I grabbed an Acai smoothie/museli concoction at a juice bar, and we ate barefoot on the beach, followed by several Ibis birds. (Which I prefer to call Doe Doe birds, despite realizing that they’re extinct.)
From Burly, we made our way down towards Byron Bay, and made a fun pit-stop on the way when I insisted we take the exit off the freeway for “Tropical Fruit World.” Unfortunately for us, crossing the border between Queensland and New South Wales (two separate Australian states) put us into daylight savings time, which was an hour ahead. With 4:30pm becoming 5:30pm, the theme park was closed - but the fruit store and orchards(?) were still open to explore, so we had a look.
Below are a few examples of the most interesting fruits we encountered, including the free jak fruit they passed along to us to try!

Nearing nighttime, we arrived in familiar Byron Bay, and decided that accommodation might be cheaper and more prevalent a bit further south – so we headed to Lennox, a little beach city a couple kilometers down the coast. This turned out to be a fantastic choice, as the Lennox Youth Hostel had a beachside room for both of us, and a guy staying here with us just happened to be a chef, and made an elaborate Thai dinner & dessert for everyone to enjoy for only $5 a piece.
After dinner, dessert, several new friends, and a full explanation of the game of Rugby (we watched the Rabbits vs. the ?? on TV and Jake and two Australian guys coached me through what was happening) we’re now settled into our bunk beds, ready for Byron, snorkeling, and hopefully a more successful surf session tomorrow.  Stomach full of thai food, skin burnt (but let’s call it strongly sunkissed), and body relaxed and supremely thankful, I am one very happy camper [hosteller]. Life is good.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

University of QLD & Uni Nathan, Brisbane

"Excuse me Professor, but can I make a quick announcement about a volunteer abroad meeting this Wednesday?" The usual routine, I approached a friendly, but slightly distracted professor in one of Nathan Uni's large lecture halls. "Oh sure! Just hold on a moment while I pass out these papers and take care of a snake" she responded casually, as if referring to the typical administrative tasks done before beginning a large lecture session.

Take care of a snake? Hmm. Must be some weird Australian slang, I figured. So I ran next door, set up another announcement, came back to the class, did my whole schpiel, and exited five minutes later into a back hallway with a big "EXIT" sign.

...AHHHH what the hell?! I'm running down the hallway, and this three foot grey snake with a lovely diamond head (read: poisonous) was just chilling in the hallway in front of me. The lady wasn't kidding - there was actually a snake, which she'd ushered out the backdoor from her classroom.

On that note, the last two weeks have been a constant adventure, getting back into the routine of recruiting and yelling in classrooms all day, plus adapting to the humidity, "wildlife", and subtle cultural differences in being "The Blonde American  Chick," (as a student so nicely put it on one of our "how did you hear about ISV" forms) living and working in a foreign country.


Most of the buildings were made of sandstone brick, adding an artistic feel to the campus landscape
 Our first week at the University of Queensland went amazing - way better than we expected after seeing the still-noticable remnants of the flood devestation from only a few weeks ago.

The campus was huge - 40,000 students, with nice big lecture halls and frequent applauses, which is always good for the ego. :) The first day back, I made a few really embarrassing slip-ups - the worst saying "OR you can build houses for families in AUSTRALIA! [instead of Thailand]" to a completely full lecture of nursing students. Needless to say, didn't get a very good response from that one. Also continued my trend of tripping/dropping/scattering about 150 green flyers across a walkway while trying to sprint between classrooms. Luckily everyone here is really friendly, and I had about 3 different people helping me collect the papers and pick it all up.

This is what most of the campus looks like!!
Nathan Uni was a completely different beast, but equally fun - a much smaller campus (only 15,000 people) built in the middle of a national park, or "the bush" as Australians like to say. Our first day setting up campus, it was well into the 80s and dripping with humidity. Jake and I were able to scope out the major lecture halls, but only after taking a round-about path down some stairs through the "bush" and around to the maintenance building which also housed the Dean of the University? Insteresting.
The week itself went well - less self-humiliation, alot of "keen" students and a "sausage sizzle" on Tuesday, to celebrate International Women's Day. (Sausage Sizzle: an Australian BBQ, usually for charity, where they cook up thin sausages and put them on pieces of white bread with grilled onions, grated cheese, and either BBQ or "tomato sauce" - otherwise known as ketchup.) Below are a few pictures from the week, to give you a better idea of what the campus vibe was like.

The view outisde of our meeting room
Sign in the bathroom: Please do NOT stand/squat on toilet seat while taking a crap hahahah

Team California Gold, lost in the bush. Completely unposed.

Friday, March 4, 2011

A Weekend Trip to Auckland, New Zealand

Why are they giving me a customs form for a 3 hour flight? Oh, because I’m going to another country. That would make sense.

About 3 days ago, I skyscanner.net-ed tickets between Brisbane and Auckland, and now I’m on a China Airlines flight about to land. Call it impulsive, but it was just in the cards for my only 3-day weekend for awhile. How many times have I google mapped what I’m seeing outside my airplane window right now? Too many to count. Last week I was talking to students at a Sacramento State Career Fair about Zorbing, and now I’m taking a weekend trip to New Zealand. The surreal life continues.  
I always knew I’d love this country – apparently my Grandparents visited here together when they were younger, and it was one of their favorite places in the world. Now after only a couple days, I can see why. 
Shaun picked me up in his little Pujot and we drove to his house on the one-lane road through the city, past the Sky Tower, around the clear blue harbor, across the Harbor bridge, and through the hilly green streets that define Auckland’s North Shore. With reggae on the radio and a perfect summer sunset, the laid-back Kiwi lifestyle immediately welcomed me, along with Shaun’s family and a table full of BBQ. After hugs and introductions, we all sat down for “tea and pudding” (translated: dinner and dessert – neither of which actually included real tea or pudding) which marked the start of my Kiwi food exploration. With tea, I tried a glass of L&P Soda (a delicious sprite/gingerale/coke tasting soda) and ate some yummy Hokie Pokie Ice Cream (vanilla with butterscotch pieces) for pudding. Over the next couple days, my food exploration continued – as you can see by some of the pictures scattered around. Some of the highlights include: Pineapple Lumps, (addicting chocolate covered pineapple flavored marshmallow candies) various flavored milks, (banana was my favorite) “sketty and beans” (canned spaghetti and baked beans on toast, for breakfast) a Fru Ju “ice block” (translated: fruit juice popsicle) Pavlova (meringue cake Shaun’s mom made with kiwis and blackberries on top) meat pies, and of course the kiwi shaped gingerbread cookie with “hundreds and thousands” (sprinkles) on top. Yummm.
Menu at the ice cream place - I was amused by some of the names/ingredients in the sandwiches... (note: Capsicum = Bell Pepper, Beetroot = Beets)
But putting food aside, our beach adventures are what really made the weekend, as I was introduced to the equally stunning east and west coast beaches of Tawharanui and Muriwai (don’t ask me to pronounce either).  The first was off a bumpy dirt road through the costal Kiwi “bush” thick with ferns, tall trees, and jungly vegetation poking out on either side of the narrow, windy pathway. When we eventually reached the beach itself, I was in awe – perfect turquoise water with jutting sandstone cliffs and silhouetted islands, surrounded in green rolling hills dotted with the happiest sheep I’ve ever seen. (Then again, if I was a sheep, I can’t think of a happier place to be. Check out the sheep, and the view, below.)

Muriwai was equally gorgeous – but completely different. Instead of small, rolling swells, the vast beachbreak had a mess of thrashing offshore waves; a perfect setting for the Beach Rescue show camera crews were filming within the 300 foot area that was “safe” to swim in.  Another huge difference between the two beaches: instead of soft white sand, Muriwai is covered in sand dunes made of hot black volcanic sand that sparkles in the sunlight. We took a hike up and over the beach to a sea bird colony, and down into a huge cave beneath the cliffs. I took about a jillion pictures, but here's one of my favorites:


And as quickly as I got here, now I’m headed back on the plane back to Queensland… tomorrow is my first day of work, and I have about 3,000 flyers to staple when I get home to Leizel’s beautiful house in Brisbane. Another perfect weekend with an exciting week ahead. Can’t wait to see what life brings next!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Thunder, Lightning & Mother Nature

Sooooo... it's 3am. And I just got woken up by the most intense thunder and lightening storm I've ever seen in my life. It's still in the 80s, and I'm sleeping without covers with the fan on high. We're at the top of a big hill, so from where I sit, looking out the window all I can see is pouring rain, constant flashes of lightening bolts and what looks like the closest thing to a hurricane I've ever experienced.

Okay Australia, you're way more hardcore than I even realized. Looking around on a clear, blisteringly hot (it was 35C, 95F yesterday) sunny day yesterday, I was  noticing the barely-recognizable remnants of the flood damage and thinking to myself "how was it even possible for there to have been that much rain?". Liezl told me last night that it's storm season, and warned us lightheartedly that if massive black clouds roll in tomorrow (today) while we're on campus, to be wary because traffic will be hell. Apparently this is what she was talking about.

If a storm like this came to California, people would probably assume it was the end of the world, nearing 2012. Here, it's just another rainy evening, with showers in the forcast. Nothing to write home about.

I probably should go back to sleep, having a full day ahead tomorrow... but even closing my curtains doesn't block the sound and flashes of light, although now it's starting to finally calm down. And plus, there's something fascinating about watching a tropical thunders storm right outside my window, from the top of a hill. Seeing mother nature at her most raw, terrifying and beautiful.

Back to sleep. Try to fall back asleep.