

One place I cannot get enough of is Glenrock State Park, on the coast (obviously), a 15-20 minute drive from our house.





Wherein a Squirrel Hill family pulls up stakes to spend a year in Newcastle, Australia. Fun and adventure ensue, and everyone misses the folks back home.

Seems like it rains every time I go to Sydney. It was a good day for wet weather this trip though, considering that I spent 3 hours in a crowded 27th floor waiting room at the Indian Consulate. The long wait for visas was bracketed by 2 1/2 hour train rides from and to Newcastle. I did get enough time, however, for a quick walk around the Royal Botanic Gardens and a new perspective--for me--on the Opera House. The woman with the young boy in the picture below lives in Lancaster, PA.



It's any excuse for a "sausage sizzle" in Australia.
I found an old statistic (1989) that put Australia third on the list of top meat-eating countries, behind the U.S. and Hungary and just ahead of Canada. Still, there seems to be many more neighborhood butcher shops here than in America--and fruit and vegetable stands too, for that matter--which may reveal a greater interest in food quality. Butcher shops are more expensive, but there is definitely a difference in taste compared to supermarket-bought meat. Although I've only seen kangaroo in the supermarkets, so I guess it depends on what you like.
