Hey there Australia, it's me again.

SYDNEY, AU - - I've decided that time moves at a different pace here. I've been in Sydney for less that 12 hours, but I feel like I've been away from home for a week (and I mean that in a good way). In the first hour, I got sunburn (yay! that's how I start a tan). Of course, it's only 3:30 in the afternoon, but I REALLY want to go to bed.


Getting off the plane here, I wondered what had changed in this, one of my favorite cities. Well, as different as it is from Chicago, Sydney always has seemed comfortably familiar to me (even the first time I was here). But like any other major metropolitan area, it's a living, breathing entity and change is inevitable.


Having dropped off my bags at my hotel, I trekked down to Milson's Point (???) and said my usual hello to the Sydney Harbor Bridge. The Opera House will have to wait since a humungous cruise ship had docked in my line of sight. I'll bid my welcome to the Opera House tomorrow.


My stomach growled and I decided to go to my usual haunt in the Rocks neighborhood. The Gumnut Cafe is this cute little eatery that features a tiny back courtyard where you can often spot brightly colored parakeets in search of spilled sugar. The 2-seat tables are actually ancient Singer sewing machines, complete with foot pedal! It's a lovely bit of calm in the midst of the hectic Sydney business district.


Not any more.


I walked up and found a rental store for bicycle tours of Sydney! I stood outside the door with my mouth agape and then my stomach rumbled again, so I moved on. My second choice of brekky locale was fine, but I felt cheated. Turns out, my little cafe only closed a few weeks ago!!!


I'm quite sure no one's moved the Opera House, so I can return to my sense of stability when I visit it tomorrow.


On Wednesday, I travel to Port Douglas. It's another return visit, but another change, too. My friends, Wolfgang and Christel, sold the Archipelago (the served apartment building where I've stayed for several years) but the new owners sound nice in emails and a surprise long-distance phone call.


Change is inevitable and often, very healthy. I'm preparing for some changes myself, so this trip will be good practice on learning how to roll with it. Wish me luck!