Good one Neek! Got me on that one.

(personally: boobs = bigboobs. all the same for me. it’s like being pregnant. you either are or you aren’t. no such thing as almost. as for boobs? bigassghetto-bubble ones or itty-bitty gravy-ladel shaped ones are ALL GOOD to me and all the same. Pleasurable. (aesthetically and to the lips and touch)

Did I just write that? (ewww! just grossed myself out with that. but not really. i’m a dude. sue me!)

And extremely hot ! ! ! It was only a 5-day trip so we didn’t travel too much about. Basically maintained a close proximity to Adelaide (didn’t even make it out to Melbourne) and got shown around by families that have lived and died in the South Wales/Victoria/NSW areas since colonization. The Gulf of St. Vincent is magnificent. (seriously, i CANNOT believe how ginormous the country of Australia truly is? what was I thinking?) We packed a ton of stuff in, and I met copious coolness and never not once did the smile get wiped off my face. Breath taking. Everything. Especially the people.

Being Chilean, it’s been a long while since I’ve met (at once, and with such abundance) people who innately share my “upside down view” of the world in general; manners and sensibilities to be specific. Kindred Southern hemisphere spirits. Being in Australia made me miss Chile something fierce. I was constantly saying or replying, “if only [insert family member/friend] were here? They’d tell you . . . .[usually just a confirmation of what was just being expounded, said, or humorously perceived].” It was almost surreal for me. And I didn’t exactly just get kicked off the nuclear familyminivan! I’ve now been on every known continent on this planet, Antarctica included. But I never imagined the majesty of Australia, and have hardly been touched by the inherent angelic vibe felt only by the citizens living Australia – not even by the many many ex-pat Aussies I’ve befriended both here in America or on any of my travels abroad. It’s definitely a “location thing”. (you gotta go there, be there, and groove there to truly encapsulate the essence of what you’ve told me, with regards to your many Aussie travels/excursions) And I’m glad I did. I was shocked and awed, and that’s understating things. (you know what I’m talking about)

Lemme put it this way, I never made it out to the Eyre Peninsula. There’s just too damn much going on right in front of you. Wherever you go. Bananas. Sublime. Ineffable. ’Nuff said.

Weird hah? I made it to Australia. (and I’ve been planning a Seychelles holiday since last October, have tentatively earmarked April for that. riiiiiiiiiight? I’m going back to Oz. Have to, just inherited a new family who are “keen” on me coming back. If not, they said they’d “find someway to pear-shape any other alternative plans I have otherwise”. (friggin way cool syntax. It’s beautiful to me, like French is beautiful for others)