In November I’m flying to Melbourne to go to my nephew, Mack’s barmitzvah. Last time I went to Australia was in 2010. Mack was younger and I was in recovery. A motor accident in India had left me weak and I was glad to find sanctuary with my sister and her family. My memories of the trip are clear but fragmented: seeing my first kangaroo at Melbourne zoo; strolling on crutches around big parks; going out one night to a jazz gig in the city, and of course, watching my nephews playing soccer.
Soon I’ll have the chance to see them, and Melbourne again. And lots more besides. I’ve got 3 months on the visa and I’m taking my travel guitar, a list of contacts around the country from the peace organisation, Servas, and an open mind. I want to see some friends, meet new people, visit some intentional communities and find out something about Aboriginal culture. Please subscribe to my blog and join me on my journey down under. You might even get to see Priscilla playing out on the streets!