Snowed on in Australia

This was written shortly after my trip to Tassie, just getting around to posting it now. Oops.

A couple of weeks ago I went on a little weekend adventure to visit my friend Jenn in Tasmania to do a little hiking, drink some wine and of course play Frisbee. While it was the middle of winter I have to say that I had a really great time. There is nothing like knowing someone when you get off a flight. After almost a year of never having anyone meet me at the airport I couldn’t have been more excited to see Jenn.

Tasmania is essentially the Newfoundland of Australia, a small island off to the side of a huge country with a relatively similar population (200,000 in Hobart, 500,000 in Tassie). It truly reminded me of home instantly, as Jenn continually ran into people she knew at the airport. I have forgotten what it was like to be in a place where familiar faces are everywhere. It made me excited and slightly overwhelmed about the idea of returning home. I am used to blending in and having huge amounts of anonymity after living in such large cities.

I think the highlight of the weekend was the hiking; we did a couple of hours at Mount Field. If I had more time in Australia I would definitely go back again and do a couple of week hiking and visiting the wineries. Jenn lent me a pair of gum boots (rubber boots) and I got the privilege of a giant jump into a puddle, which made me feel like I was 5. I seriously think they are an investment I could make…if only I had more room in my luggage. That night we stayed at a quaint little cottage, drank wine and had a totally girly night, it was fabulous, another way it reminded me of home.