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australia 2012, part 3: melbourne – st. kilda & the cbd

melbourne - st kilda & cbd

Well, it’s been a year (and a month!) since we actually took this trip and I snapped these pictures long ago with full intentions of coming home and giving you some long winded recap of every thing I ate, place I went to, and international incident I caused…..

But, like I said…it’s been a year. It’s old news! In the interest of cleaning out my ‘Post Drafts’ box (and therefore also absolving myself of the guilt I feel when I see all of my half-mused musings), I’ll spare you the gory (read: awesome) nitty-gritty of the last week of our trip to the Southern Hemisphere and tell you this:

If you make it to Australia, you absolutely must visit Melbourne. If you are a fan of the charm of European cities, the buzz of New York, the laissez faire nature of San Francisco, and enjoy having fun in general, then you will adore Melbourne. Skinny little laneways, crawling bougainvillea and ivy, smells of various dishes wafting through the streets, the beach, and a mish/mash of cultures all colliding in one place…..Melbourne is a heavenly cacophony for the senses. The people are ultra laid back and love nothing more than to go out to eat really good food, drink pints, and be generally very merry; they crowd the cafes to laugh over extra-long suppers, and no one minds if a little wine spills on the cobbled sidewalks. And the ASIAN FOOD! Due to Australia’s somewhat close proximity to Southeast Asia, the influences in local cuisine are clear cut.  I had the best Vietnamese food I’ve ever had, and it’s everywhere — pho for days, I tell you. Asian-fusion is big there, and they do it in a way that makes every “Asian-fusion” place in the States I’ve ever been to feel on par with Panda Express.   Get thee to Chin Chin and order thee the sweet and sticky pork and a lemongrass cocktail, then kick your heels up with the pretty people at Go Go bar (downstairs) late night.  And the SEAFOOD….prawns, whole fish, crabs the size of your head – you name it, I ate it. With unabashed glee. I’ve noted the names of a few more of our favorite places in links below, but otherwise, I bestow to you, a quick and dirty photographic journey of one of my favorite cities to date.  Oh…and before you head home, head to Aesop to stock up on their amazing skin care products – surely you’ve checked a bag for this trip…be a rebel and buy something over 3oz!

Xo,

Cory

second to last night, dinner at half moon

{maybe the only (blurry!) pic we have together in 14 whole days!}

gorgeous ivy covered church in st. kilda

{gorgeous ivy, gorgeous days}

stokehouse - zucchini and chickpea salad

{zucchini and chickpea salad with hazelnuts and mint}

stokehouse - delicious mussels

{excellent mussels at the stokehouse cafe}

taking a spin around town

{taking a city spin on two wheels}

breaks of sunshine

{bustling city center}

bougainvillea lining all the streets

{love: bougainvillea lining all the neighborhood streets}

spicy szechuan chicken (with chilis!)

{spicy szechwan chicken and chilis}

{but wait! there’s more…}

australia 2012, part 1: manly beach + sydney

australia 2012 - manly beach and sidney

So it’s May (of 2013!)….and way back in January I posted a few snapshots of the two-week trip we took to Australia in December (of 2012!), and promised to have some ‘real’ pictures and perspective of fourteen days traipsing around in the Southern Hemisphere up on le blog in short order.  Naturally, I lost track of time (read: procrastinated combing through the over 1200 pictures taking up real estate on my memory card), and the looming task of digging through the monstrous digital photo roll that encompassed our totally rad days “Down Under” got the best of me.  I don’t know how it is that it took me five whole months, but it was actually hugely entertaining to spend a cloudy and overcast day here scrolling through shots of cerulean blue seas and remembering *exactly why* I wore stretchy leggings for the plane ride home after recalling the obscene amount of delicious food I managed to consume in fourteen days.

But I’ll make myself feel better by living out that old adage – better late than never.  Australia.  In short: Australia is, to date, the most enigmatic place I’ve ever visited – and I barely, barely scratched the surface while there.  Imagine if someone told you they were coming to visit the United States for fourteen days; obviously, they would barely even get a taste of what this country is all about.  They’d see a couple of big cities (probably New York, or LA), spend lots of time flying/driving/training/schlepping, and in the end leave with an idea of what went on in the big old U.S.of A….but there’s just no way they would have fully seen it all.  And attempting to ‘do’ Australia in just two short weeks is nearly impossible; it is a massive country.  As perspective: Australia encompasses nearly 3 million square miles of land, which is just slightly smaller than the US’s 3.7 million square mile share.  By comparison, however, Australia only has 22 million people living there – just 7% of the 314 million we have living on US soil.  A good bit of Australia – the world’s smallest continent, but her 6th largest country – is uninhabitable.  Harsh desert land covers 18% of that square milage, located mostly in the center of the country; so much so that 80% of Aussies live within 100km (62 miles!) of the coastline.  The only country that is also a continent, it is a host to incredibly varied terrain: along with those blisteringly hot deserts come craggy and beautiful beaches, stunning ancient rock formations, bustling metropolitan centers, and snow capped mountains.  But enough of the geeky stats.  Clearly, I was not going travel a land mass nearly the size of America in two weeks, and having learned from some past experiences  that trying to cram ALLTHETHINGS into what really isn’t that much time is utterly exhausting, we decided to focus our efforts on seeing four destinations: Manly Beach, Sydney, the Mornington Peninsula, and, finally, Melbourne.

{but wait! there’s more….and pictures!}

instavacation, australia: a view of two weeks on the other side of the world, via instagram

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{the view from our balcony in manly beach, sydney}

I realize the words ‘impromtu’ and ‘Australia’ do not in any circumstances go together (well…unless you live in New Zealand….or Tasmania.), but a last minute trip Down Under is exactly what happened, and I am still (still!) reeling from the jetlag.  In short: Australia is incredibly awesome.  Though I have a terrible habit of jabbing James in the ribs each time we are somewhere new and proclaiming “I WANNA MOVE HERE!,” in Australia, I really meant it.  I have never been somewhere so full of vibrancy, life, great weather, cuisine, and culture, that also tied into itself a  native people who are fantastically friendly, welcoming, and entertaining.  We boarded a flight destined halfway around the world, and made our way to Manly Beach, Sydney, the Mornington Peninsula, and then finally to Melbourne. Over the course of fourteen days we ate, drank, danced, walked, and sang (karaoke!) ourselves silly, and I’m still amazed that I managed to drive on the wrong (left) side of the road – sitting behind the wheel on the wrong (right) side of the car – without causing an international incident.  I feel so lucky and thankful to have been given an opportunity to experience what I think is one of the most special places on the planet, and hope that eventually we will be able to make it back there to spend a lot more time.  I’ve got lots of ‘real’ pictures and perspective to come, but here’s a little sneak peek into two weeks of bliss via Instagram.

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{sampling a flight of brews at four pines, manly beach}

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{strolling around beautiful sydney, despite the overcast skies}

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{the BEST pho i have ever had, ever. (and i’ve had a lot!)}

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{lunching with a bottle of white at the winery in surrey hills, sydney}

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{surname, spotted!}

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{taking notes and taking in a delicious (real!) pint of little creatures pale ale}

{but wait! there’s more…}

life, lately: a wrap up of 2012, according to instagram

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{hosting our second “annual’ christmas party}

It’s been a wild year.  Even though 2011 seemed like it held the most ‘milestones’ (a move, a marriage, a death, and finding my way through a new career path), somehow 2012 feels like it was even bigger.  It was the last year that I can get away with calling myself a ‘twenty-something,’ and the first year I felt like I really understood exactly who I was.  James and I worked together to make our life in Colorado the best that we know how, and we grew together as ‘newlyweds,’ cruising through the finish line that is a one-year wedding anniversary, busting through that tape triumphantly, and for the better.  We’ve made a cozy nest here, but also pushed ourselves to travel and see the world.  There have been plane tickets to Santa Monica, Austin, Telluride, Los Angeles, San Diego, Jackson Hole, Deer Valley, Boston, San Francisco, and Baltimore.  We pulled out our passports and got stamped in London, Rome, Paris, and Sydney.  There were lazy days spent by the pool in Positano, insanely fun nights with friends-that-are-like family in Rye, cozy dinners in France, and city nights spent dancing and eating in Melbourne.  We squeezed in as many days on the slopes as last year’s pathetic snowfall would allow, and eeked out trips with friends to Vail and Beaver Creek.  We’ve seen close friends through new unions and new babies, and held their hands through disappointments and setbacks.  We’ve watched our puppy turn into a dog (well, supposedly anyway), and welcomed a cute little black kitty into our home as Cleland #4.  I’ve learned to cook in a professional kitchen, and subsequently have taken the helm at a very large and well-known from-scratch bakery.  I’ve baked hundreds of pies, learned how to make coppa and porchetta di testa, cleaned pounds upon pounds of fresh calamari and fat sardines, and rolled out armies of gingerbread men and women.  I’ve cooked a few fancy holiday meals for a crowd, and prepared countless platters of simple but nourishing weeknight fare, just for us.

It’s too easy to acknowledge that a whole three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days has flown by in the trite blink of an eye, but seeing all these things and places in print and knowing what I’ve gained personally from experiencing each and every one of them only makes me want to see more, go more, be more.

I’m not quite sure if I am ready for 2012 to be over; to face a new decade of life, to leave my newlywed status behind (old married couple?!), and to tackle a whole new set of choices that will undoubtedly be fun, but challenging.  I will however say that if there was ever a year to prepare me for that – both personally, and professionally – I’m honored that I was able to experience my 2012 as it came, and realize more than ever that these crazy and busy times only help to weave and bind together the tapestry that is unfolding as my life.

Happy New Year to you and yours!

a signoff

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{that mug!}

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{ombre, in tights form}

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{mocha chocolate chip bundt cake with chocolate glaze}

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{earrings i made, and gifted, to my sweet sister-in-law georgia}

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{channeling waffles}

{but wait! there’s more…}

bits of my weekend: november 12, 2012

{early morning bakery light filtering down onto shortbread + blackbottoms}

The key to a perfect weekend is striking that exact balance between having everything to do, yet nothing to really do at all.  After picking our friend Phil up at the airport on Friday night, we settled into the rhythm of a weekend that was scheduled with plenty of excitement, but also enough downtime to make it actually feel like a restful bookend to some inevitably busy weeks.  This weekend, moreso than a lot lately, we managed to strike that perfect balance: we lunched (at The Kitchen Next Door), we listed to bluegrass (at Cervantes in Denver), we cooked in (cedar planked salmon and pomegranate quinoa salad), and we dined out (I ordered WAAAAY.Y.Y too much food at The Bitter Bar).  We watched football with wing-sauce stained hands, tried on new Winter gear at REI, and picked up wild mushrooms, dark green kale, and hatch chili spiked goat cheese at the farmer’s market. I squeezed in a quick latte run at the bakery, and then headed over to Nomad, where I took a 3 hour class on wire wrapping that easily could have kept me enraptured for twice that amount of time.  We stopped in to our favorite brewery for a few pumpkin ales, a game of darts, and a hilariously amateur game of Jenga before running to our car through the falling hail and letting the pearlescent balls of ice get stuck in our eyelashes and hair.  Finally, on Sunday evening, we gathered at our house with three friends, winding down with glasses of red wine, a roaring fireplace, and two chickens roasting in the oven.  I folded aforementioned mushrooms and kale into a bubbling gratin, and roasted a couple of butternut squash with a tip of sweet maple syrup and a smattering of salty pepitas.  We lingered and wound down around the dinner table, and as I turned the last of the lights off before heading to bed, I can say that for the first time, in a long time, I put my head down on a Sunday night feeling totally content with the fact that Monday was fast approaching.  I nearly choked on my cinnamon-pecan schnecken this morning when I realized that Thanksgiving is NEXT WEEK, and am so glad we took a couple of days to put all that boring stuff to the side, and just take a couple of days to relax and enjoy ourselves.

That’s what weekends are really all about anyway, aren’t they?

{lunch at the kitchen next door: pumpkin ale + veggie antipasto}

{some crunchy snow on early saturday}

{purple poms}

{an unexpected [and fuzzy] shot text messaged by a friend}

{my favorite gift: kissing puglet s&p shakers}

{my life, in butter}

{saturday morning at the bead shop, taking a class & learning new wire wrapping techniques}

{“i got yer back waffs”}

{but wait! there’s more…}