Taking a break: Part 4 – Remembering the magnificence of Sydney, and good gelato :)
“Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans.” –John Lennon
After living here in Sydney for almost 3 months, the Americans and I re-realized we live in Sydney. Somehow, we had become used to everything, and took for granted the things that wowed us when we first arrived. We decided one Friday night to take a break and remind ourselves how amazing it is to be here. So we hopped on a bus to Circular Quay, which is nestled between the Harbor Bridge and the Opera House.
On the way there, we stopped to check off something on our neglected bucket lists – eat gelato from the famous “Messina” in Surry Hills. It was an eclectic little shop, packed with people who were pressed up against the yellow cartoon-papered walls. The selection of flavors matched the unexpected atmosphere. They had the basics – my friend Alisia stuck with the classic vanilla and chocolate. But they also create a new flavor six days of the week, like “Pavlova,” which mimics a popular dessert in Australia, and “Fat Clemenza,” – ricotta gelato with cannoli shells, citron and chocolate bits. I tried a taste of heaven – which isn’t the name of the flavors, but definitely similar to what heaven must be like! I had “Caramelized White Chocolate” and “Really Salty Nuts,” which was peanut butter and caramel gelato with salted caramel swirls and caramel shortbread pieces. DELICIOUS! If you visit Sydney, definitely put it on your bucket list, and then be sure to check it off!
Then we went to the Opera House Bar, which is an outdoor bar right next to the harbor. My friends and I miraculously snagged a table (it was quite crowded, since it was a Friday night) and silently agreed that talking was unnecessary that evening. The live music and magnificence of our surroundings occupied our thoughts, as we felt a combination of appreciation for the beauty around us, and a bit of guilt for forgetting about it in the past weeks.
The end of this experience is accelerating towards us, and sitting next to the Opera House, casually enjoying a drink, will soon be just a memory. It’s definitely hard to focus on where I am now instead of what’s to come in the future, but returning to the Opera House kind of kicked me in the butt and said “Hey! Remember me?!”
Wherever you are, it might not be so obvious that the present will be gone tomorrow. You might not have a postcard-perfect setting to kick you in the butt and say “Hey! Remember me?!” So it’s probably not a visit to the Opera House, but maybe it’s an extra snuggle with your dog, a walk around your neighborhood, a phone call home, or a decision to forgive a friend, that I hope you’ll make, before the opportunity is gone.