Oh Say Can You See...

Red party cups, KFC, Krispy Kremes....sounds like 4th of July, Sydney style. We celebrated America's 232nd birthday with a jelly doughnut, greasy fried chicken, Budweiser bash. Things got a little loud at the new pad, but at least there weren't any fireworks.
The dead of winter was just fine: didn't see any snowflakes fall, hardly any visible breath and didn't break out any heavy sweaters. Even got a real bed...yes, bed, for the first time in way long. Also started my career as a musician, learning my G, D, C chords and most importantly, the calluses on my fingers.
Tough not to be on the summy Cali beaches this time of year, but discovering the views of Sydney from Vaucluse puts it all in perspective.