Old McDonald has a Farm.....E-I-E-I-OH

We finally made it out! Yes, we were awake past 9 pm. We went to the hostel bar called Scubar with $6 drinks til 11……you know how I love me some drink specials. But the best part of the night was definitely the creeper that hit on me. The scene went a little something like this…..

Him- “You look familiar, are you a famous actress?”
Me-“Um, no. Don’t you work at the hostel?”Him-“YEA!”
Me-”Well I’m staying there, which is probably why I look familiar.”

I still cant decide if it was the best or worst pickup line ever. Met a nice young chap who was not a creeper named Peter. He informed me that a chug is a pitcher of beer.....definitely bringing that one back to the states. After the bars we promptly got gyros, and Jill, like a true oxford girl, found chicken on a sti

ck in Sydney and devoured it.
Yesterday was pretty

lazy. I walked aimlessly around the random parks of Sydney and only got lost 4 times, a

record for me. We decided that in order to save money, we were going to cook dinner in the hostel

which actually ended up costing us double what we probably would’ve spent…..woopsie. But

I made a spinach salad with walnuts, goat cheese, avocado, chicken and lemon juice…..AMAZING. And jill made some spinach ravioli with alfredo sauce…..YUM. And that was pretty much everything that happened.

And for everyone wondering how Fanny is doing…..she’s great. Still coming in at 5 am and sleeping until 1, never acknowledging that a 40 year old asian woman shouldn’t be out all night long…..or the fact that 1 pm is not a normal hour to wake up (I don’t even think I slept til one on my worst Sunday after game day….)

And to all of you who laughed uncontrollably at the idea of me working on a farm….in your

face! We are flying out today to the Gold Coast where we will get a bus to Beenleigh and then we will get picked up by a man named Andrew who will bring us to his house. I understand this sounds a bit dodgy but no worries….Dad ensured I was equipped with my pepper spray before I left. (And I watched Taken the other day so I’m on full alert) We joined a program called Willing Workers on Organic Farms (WWOOF). Basically we work at these places in exchange for food and clothes…..i feel like as much as I eat…..i’m getting the better end of this deal.

They’ve probably never fed anyone from south Louisiana…..its going to be interesting for sure. Our first stop on this little journey is a Yoga Retreat center that is on it’s way to becoming fully sustainable. We’re going to work in the organic gardens and such all day and then do yoga and eat vegan foods at night. Life could be worse……..