April 25, 2013
With only four days left in Australia, I'm starting to get more and more excited to return home to my family and friends. At current, I am spending my last few days in a hostel titled "Backpackers in Paradise". This is the first time that I have ever been in a hostel, so truly I did not know what to expect when I arrived. Apparently, you bunk with strangers and share bathrooms, showers, cooking tools, and stories. My hostel, in particular, seems to be catered towards a 'party' crowd. Not to say that I don't enjoy parties, but I don't enjoy parties. I like getting up at six in the morning to go running, spending time near the ocean, walking/exploring the city, reading, and then coming back to the hostel to sleep around ten at night. But everyone at Backpackers in Paradise seem to like a different schedule of sleeping until noon and getting drunk until three in the morning. Again, that works for some people, sure. But I like my mellow agenda. I think with my final four days, I will try to finish some of my projects (for my online classes back home), spend as much time in the sun and next to the ocean as possible, pick up a few more souvenirs, and possibly do a few more inexpensive excursions (the Botanical Gardens of Surfers Paradise, attend mass at the Greek Orthodox church in Bundall, and try out a few more intriguing restaurants). I loved being here in Australia, in all honesty. Right now I am just eager to leave because I am missing my sisters, brothers, parents, and dogs (mainly). But I think after a week or so of being home, I'll wish that I was back in Australia soaking up the warmest rays of sun and enjoying the therapeutic sounds of waves beating against golden sands. Australia stole my heart.