I’ve been out here for about two months and I realized a couple things. The first, is that I’ve become a full blown alcoholic, and no longer can be considered a productive or even functioning member of society. The second, is that this place is incredible, and is possibly the most beautiful country I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. The biggest regret I have from this trip so far is that I already booked my return flight, and that I didn’t apply for a green card. Well that and I was too hungover to go hiking in the Blue Mountains after Mardi Gras festivities, but I digress. I don’t think anyone who reads this blog can actually understand how amazing of a culture it is out here without experiencing it first hand, and I honestly don’t have enough faith in my writing ability to make the bold assumption that I could ever in a million years enumerate it in this blog. But hey, I might as well give it the old college try. I’ll describe my average day here:
11 AM: Wake up.
11:15 AM: Realize I missed lecture.
11:20 AM: Pretend to be angry with myself, and put on facade I give a shit about school.
11:25 AM: Head to beach. Step off the bus to be greeted by brown sandstone bluffs that disappear into surging waves as bright blue as any ocean you’ve ever seen. Walk to white sand beaches and pass out to sleep away last night/ the morning’s hangover.
Noon-5PM: Play football/ surf/ play baseball on the beach to pass the time. Maybe hit the bars for happy hour, maybe just stay at the beach as long as I possibly can.
5 PM- Whenever the hell I call it a night: Eat dinner, drink cheap wine, and hang out with the most relaxed group of guys I have ever had the pleasure to meet, and pre game the bars with some of the most beautiful and down-to-earth girls you’ll ever see.
That’s literally my entire day to a tee. Seriously. I don’t make plans. I don’t accomplish anything. I literally go through each day having as much fun as I possibly can, in the most recklessly irresponsible way possible. They say ignorance is bliss, so I must be one stupid asshole (correction: Not must be one, I am). In my short time here I’ve gotten to scuba dive on coral reefs that glow, rafted down the world’s oldest untouched rainforest, and gotten to play with kangaroos (on a separate note, kangaroos are fucking adorable). I understand that anyone who has the displeasure of having to read this blog probably could give two shits how much fun I’m having, but this post isn’t meant to be boastful. This blog is meant to illustrate how amazing the people in my life that have gotten me here are. Be it my parents never flinching when I told them I wanted to study 10,000 miles away, or my friend Jason never letting me spend a night inside on the couch, the people and places I’ve seen and met on my trip out here have given me more than I could ever give back. I’ve always heard that you are who you surround yourself with, and I can say without a shadow of a doubt if I turn out to be half the person that all of you are, than I’ll have done pretty good for myself. Everyday out here I get the chance to experience something awe-inspiring. Each time I wake up I understand that my day, at least in some small portion, has the potential to be unlike anything I’ve ever known. That each moment out here, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, has the ability to turn into a memory that burrows itself into the deepest recesses of my mind. The type of memories that years from now I’ll be able to look back on, recall the people and places I’ve seen and been to, and understand that each and everyone holds a meaningful spot in my heart. I’ve always said that hindsight is 20-20, and that people tend to always look at the past through sepia-toned lenses. People are too quick to say, “Back when I was a kid.” and then talk wistfully how the past was a better time and rue how times have changed. But in my humble opinion, there has never been a better time than the present. What’s in the past will stay there, and while memories, as I’ve said, are well and good, we shouldn’t allow those memories to hinder our capability to experience new things. Which is why about a month ago, I decided to say screw it, and went bungy jumping. Well now today, in the same spirit of trying to achieve something incredible and new each day, I’m going to go jump out of an airplane at 14,000 feet. If you had told me I’d be doing this eight months ago I would’ve called you crazy.
Anyways, to sign off on this incredibly watered down and probably poorly-written post (I choose not to edit any of these posts because I’m entirely too lazy), I’ll say this. A friend of mine named Bill from back in the states told me the other day, that I need to start living more, and get out and experience all this country has to offer beyond the constant bar scene. Thanks for the advice Bill, you got me to get off my ass and jump off a plane.
Here are photos of everything I’ve done so far in this trip. Thanks to everyone who’s been involved so far, I hope I can continue making memories with all of you.