My two-plus-week holiday ends tonight. My parents left yesterday after their visit, and everybody in the family was out (work, day-care, all that racket).
So, I ended up with a day to myself.
I'm not a patch on Ferris Bueller; I have a track record of whiling away free days doing nothing much, then going into a funk for being such a useless git and wasting my liberty.
So, what to do today? As my Lovely Wife suggested, something that wouldn't leave me depressed.
The first order of business was a given: Local cafe, big breakfast. Scrambled eggs, Italian sausage, bacon (ours is more like Canadian than American: thick, but less hammy), sauteed mushrooms, hot tomatoes, toast. No baked beans this time, which is good; they only get everything else all soggy.
So, big breakfast and a double macchiato. I'm full and wired. Wonderful. Now what?
Golf? Nah. Shopping? LORD, no. Sit in the car and do crosswords? Ye... NO.
I could feel it happening: a day wasting away. Time to move -- Time to Do Something.
So. Feeling decidedly chunky and unfit, I decided to get out the bike. It was a beautiful day -- hot, sunny, slight breeze. A day to do things with. Something out of character.
But -- where? Then I thought: the one place where I feel more alive, more hopeful, more inspired every time I go: The Domain. It's a massive park (it's Sydney's equivalent of Central Park), and it contains the Royal Botanical Gardens, the Art Gallery of NSW... and the 'Boy' Charlton Pool.
So, I did. Rode from our house in the Inner West (Five Dock, if you must know) to 'Boy' Charlton Pool, in the city, near the Botanical Gardens. It's kind of ridiculous in a Best Of Sydney way. Here it is:
Yes -- that's the Opera House in the background. This place is in an amazing location, and it looks out over another bay.
Afterward, I stopped at the kiosk opposite the Art Gallery of NSW. Couldn't think of a coffee -- I ached everywhere -- but I bought a lemon squash and went looking for a place to sit and drink it.
Then, I found it -- the perfect spot. Just down from the AGNSW: a statue. I love statues. My favorite place in Paris is a sculpture garden (I think it's the courtyard of the Palais de Justice) .
So, here's the statue where I sat, sipped and pondered -- it's Robert Burns.
I love -- LOVE -- a city with statues of poets.
I pedalled home, feeling a little more accomplished, a little inspired, and very well vacationed.