It's been pretty quiet on the Chaz In Oz blog of late, and most of you know why: the last month has been a whirlwind of packing, travelling, packing again, and finally unpacking. We're back home in Canada, and the amazing year is rapidly fading into memory.
We returned two days before Christmas, spending about 28 hours travelling from Auckland to Bracebridge. Jet-lagged and emotionally drained as we were, we decided we really wanted to celebrate Christmas properly, so we hauled out the decorations, bought a few more gifts to supplement those we had brought back from Oz, and hung stockings on the staircase with care. We even got a tree (and believe me, nothing makes you feel like Charlie Brown as much as going to the Christmas tree lot at 3:00 on Christmas Eve).
Now the suitcases have been emptied and put away, the souvenirs have got new homes, the photos have all been downloaded, and the passports tucked away. But I find there are still a few things I meant to blog about. I didn't mention visiting my "aunt" Janet, my didgeridoo lessons, or our adventures in New Zealand. And, as several people have pointed out, the fact that my last post on the Red Centre adventure was labelled as "part one" implies fairly strongly that I have more to say on it. Sure, I can tell the stories to people in person now, but this blog has always been at least partly about saving my memories of the trip, as well as telling folks back home what we're up to, and I know as well as anyone how quickly memories can fade. So, over the next few weeks, I'll try to post a few more blog entries. If you think that's cheating, you're free to ignore them; personally I'm going to enjoy strolling through some more of my Australian adventures, at least in memory.