I suppose there must have been a Kangaroo in a picture book when I was too young to remember now–one of those animals that you don’t know what to say when the adult says, “What does this animal say?”
The first time I remember Australia touching my life was learning the Australian crawl. (I wonder what Australians call the stroke?) I preferred keeping my head out of the water. That was good for learning lifesaving–keeping your eye on the struggling swimmer, you know. In a few years, turned out it was the perfect stroke for saving the lives of my children. A mother has to keep her eyes on those splashing kids all around her.
Then came the folk music era, with “Tie me kangaroo down, boys” and “Laugh, kookaburra, laugh.”
I’m part of a cousins-by-the-dozens family, so I have relatives everywhere, including Australia. Unfortunately for trying to visit, they’re in Perth. So our recent visit to Sydney, Katoomba, and Brisbane kept us too far away from them. So Russ and Antje are at the top of my next-time list. After all, Russ says I haven’t really seen real Australia if I haven’t traveled all the way west to Perth.
- Visit my Australian family
- Learn more ab0ut indigenous life past and present, preferably from Aboriginal people themselves
- Go to Max Brenner somewhere (A shop with chocolate everything) preferably when I’m not watching calories
- Attend an opera at the Sydney Opera House
- Make a fool of myself trying to play a didgeridoo
- Find out what chicken salt is
- Visit the Queensland Museum and the Museum of Sydney
- Take the City Sightseeing Bus tour of Sydney
- Eat a pie floater
- Keep working on recognizing the difference between Australian and South African accent (Sorry to friends from both places for being dense about what has to be obvious to you.)
- Visit the barrier reef
- And what’s up with the hole in the ozone?