Today has been one of those long days where everything has gone wrong. Luckily there was many funny things too. But unfortunately I am much too exhausted to write anything much. There are quite a few things I want to blog about but now is no momento por eso.

The worship at our church on Sundays was totally just done by bongos and voices. It was the coolest thing ever. I often wish I had a beat so I could play a drum, but sometimes I don’t mind so much, I just like listening to it.

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I have really been enjoying sandwiches lately. I like making them and eating them. They are so good. I love how they are so self-contained. They are so solid and hearty. They are particularly lovely if they have bush chutney on them. They look so lovely in your bag just flapping about. They are so cheap. I love it flapping around in my bag saying eat me, you haven’t spent any money on me today. I was so cheap, I was made with yummy things from your fridge. Sandwiches laugh at all those people who buy those expensive, filled with hope lunches that turn out to be grose. Sandwiches are so yum. They are nice to hold. They look look with other assorted snacks on the bench when they are waiting to go into your bag. You can eat them anywhere. They are so efficient, they fill you up with such a small amount of matter.

And I am really enjoying the art of sandwich making, like thinking about all the things I can put on sandwiches and perfecting the staying togther of a sandwich.

Sandwiches are the best.

Tea rocks my small self-centered universe!

Last night, after drop in we went out to have some coffee or lemon lime and bitters and to see a movie. Bombon, El perro to be precise. One of those very very arthouse films where not much happens at all but was kind of lovely all the same. And it was in Spanish and that’s good not that I can understand much, but I get more of a jist of how they are expressing things and know more of the direct translation that wouldn’t make sense in English. Although the translators native tongue must have been Spanish because there were quite a few grammtical errors in the translation which was of interest to me.

Anyway, when we went for coffee it was lovely because that dream about just bumping into people you know (like always happens when I go to Hornsby and I feel like a right royal local), and well that sort of happened in Newtown and well, it just fills my heart with glee. Zoh (that was a typo but I do like it), how much glee.

I am learning to do difficult things.

I’m having real nostalgia this morning. I’m listening to John Mayer at Mum’s in that summery feel and I just can’t help but dance. I was thinking last night that it would be interesting to read over what I wrote in my blog exactly a year ago before I write each time to see what’s changed. So much and yet then, I thought the same.
Life can be so fun. It can also be not so fun, but today it’s feeling fun.

En el fin de semana pasada fui a caminar en el ‘Royal National Park’. Fue divertida, un poco dificil en momentos pero generalmente fue solo divertida. Que es triste que ahora tengo doler de espalda. Es malo y molesto.

Manana voy a la universidad por un examen de espanol grammatica. No conozco como dificil es, pero espero que es no demasiada dificil. Tambien, no conozco que mi espanol aqui es correcto pero es bueno.

Esta tarde he estudiado y he intentado no pensar sobre mi espalda. Este poste es practica por el examen manana. He usado 3 tensos, el presente, el preterito perfecto y el preterito indefinido. No, he usado 4 tensos, tambien he usado el futuro…quiza. Bueno

This has been a pretty full-on week. I don’t really even know why, but I sure have felt it. I’m awfully glad it’s Friday. On the other side of full-on-ness, this week has gone incredibly slowly.

I’m going bushwalking this weekend. And the great thing about that, which I found out last night is that Sunday is “National Bushwalking Day”, which was not known when making these plans, and most likely wouldn’t have been unless someone told me. I’m very glad I’m going bushwalking on “National Bushwalking Day”, and without knowing it was, it’s like it’s so much part of our roots that we just do these things subconsciously.

I was reading a really interesting article this morning on slime mould from the Good Weekend. That science kind of thing doesn’t really engage me, but this did, I even thought, I think I’d like to be a scientist, which just for the record has never ever crossed my mind before. Although, “I’m so glad I’m not a scientist” has defintely crossed my mind many times. Not that I have anything against scientists, my brain just doesn’t work that way, except for when it comes to slime mould. I think it was when it came to talking about finding out how the mould is the same as human genes and how we are build from the same cells that make us act in particular ways. Now that’s way interesting!