On My Last Week(end) in Sydney

So, rewind just a bit, and we have the last few days in Sydney. First, though, I'm going to say "Hi!" to Mickis's mom :).Ahem, so we played squash for the first time, instructed by our resident squash pro Miss Mikaela Annerling, who looks oh-so-professional with those long "walking but running" strides. Squash is super fun, and if I can make myself do it, I would certainly like to try playing again in San Diego or something. Maybe they have squash instructors or something.

The squash pro, the clumsy tennis head jerk

The tennis pro-turned squash player, the all-around rookie

Then, we went to watch a play at the Sydney Opera House. This particular one was called "When the Rain Stops Falling," and it was kind of awkward because there was this very long monologue at the beginning, and at one point, I just didn't know if it would ever end. It ended up being a very interesting play, but yeah, for a few moments, I was just really scared. Either way, we finally watched something at the Opera House, and that's one more thing we can cross off the list.

We took the bus home, but before we could, we had a mini cry-session because the fact that we're going to be leaving Sydney and everyone soon was a bit overwhelming. As you can see, though, we got it together enough at the end to get a nice picture in.

On Friday night, we went to ivy for the last time! We finally made it up to the pool-level lounge, which was super fancy and all, but of course, we made it back to the regular dance floor at the end of the night. And even made a Macca's run across the street at the end, just like old times :). I will forever associate Kings of Leon with this trip in Australia.

Poolside at ivy, and the pool at ivy itself!

Saturday night, we had dinner with Jente and Marco at Jente's place, with a delicious prawn pasta dish before going out with Mickis's friends from class. An interesting/awkward night for several reasons we will not go into here, but fun nevertheless.

And then, one day, I cut Mickis's hair. In the midst of an afternoon of eating and reading gossip magazines and then making a shake-and-bake mud cake and eating almost the whole thing. Yum, yay, and yum.

Mickis's hair cut, and our mud cake leftovers...

Thus endeth my time in Sydney. Of course, after a few more goodbyes and a final and what not. But I'll have to write about those when I'm home home for good.