For the month of March, I will be giving seminars in Australia. I have an intense schedule; it begins easily…
At the Sydney airport, I needed to take a shuttle from the international to domestic terminal. Once on line I realized it costs $5.50 and I hadn’t yet exchanged my money. The sweet ladies behind me saw my predicament and without a thought gave me cash to get on. I accepted their hospitality with much gratitude. What a nice start to my trip.
I took a puddle jumper to Bateman’s Bay on the Southern coast. This was my first airport landing where children biked up to a chain linked fence to see who had arrived. The travel gods have smiled upon me. I’m staying in a villa. 
Steps away from my door is a muddy, sandy area. In a country famous for crocs, I’m not naïve enough to walk on a beach without knowing it’s safe. The wooden stairs leading down was a clue. And then I saw the volleyball net not far away. A few careful steps onto the sand and my eyes closed in on a moving pattern in front of me. Crabs, thousands of them. There were so many that I could hear them walking. As I made my way, I couldn’t help but be grateful that their constant migration was away from me. If they all came toward me, it would be the stuff of a horror film.
On my acclimation day, I took a walk to Bird Land – the zoo. That’s were I reconnected with my maternal instinct. Take a look at this baby wombat.
So cute!
Later, I went into a large wooded area where tame kangaroos hang out. It was me and twenty roos for as long as I chose to pet. This place is zoo nirvana.
