<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396</id><updated>2009-10-13T15:42:34.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lankfords Down Under</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog describing the next year and a half of our life as we move to Australia for an overseas assignment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-5639172961579718082</id><published>2009-05-03T04:59:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:25:50.778+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fond Farewell</title><content type='html'>The end of an era...all good things must come to an end...the time has come. It is with sadness that I must announce that this will be the last post to The Lankfords Down Under blog. Why, you ask? Or maybe you're saying, "It's about time. You haven't posted in forever." At any rate, the reason is valid...our time in Australia has come to an end. I've been back in the states for awhile now and Phil is finishing things up there and will be leaving for good at the end of next week. Looking back on this year I've come up with my last list. I call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Ever Told Me I'd Be Doing This One Day, I'd Call You Crazy...Seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moving to Sydney, Australia and living there for a year. (gotta start with the obvious)&lt;br /&gt;2. Flying Business Class. Sigh...it's never going to be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;3. Driving on the left side of the road while from the right side of the car. (It's a miracle that nobody was hurt)&lt;br /&gt;4. Living in an apartment building in the center of a major world city. (And one that looked like an Ikea exploded in it)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sitting at a show in the Opera House in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;6.Watching a cricket match and kind of understanding it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Eating Vietnamese food, Turkish bread and Thai.&lt;br /&gt;8. Flying by myself to Tokyo, Japan to meet Phil at Tokyo Disney for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sitting on an open double-decker tour bus while driving through Little India, Little Arabia, and Chinatown while staying in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;10. Riding the Katoomba Scenic Railway at a 52 degree incline down the side of a mountain while spending the day in the Blue Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;11. Taking pictures of a live kangaroo sitting by the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;12. Snorkeling at the Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;13. Going to a Japanese Fish Spa and having the fish eat the dead skin off of my feet and legs. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;14. Watching the New Year's Eve fireworks over the Harbour Bridge from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sitting in a hot springs in New Zealand after a tasty dinner of lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year. And while our adventures in Australia have come to an end, our adventures have not. Just stay in Philadelphia and work regular 9 to 5 jobs like everyone else? No, not the Lankfords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin our next adventure this month. Good bye, Australia. Hello, England. Yes...that's right. It's going to look a little different this time. Phil will be in London with weekly little trips to Paris while I'll, for the most part, stay here in good ol' Philly. He'll come home here a week a month and I'll go over there a week a month. I know what you're thinking. That's a lot of time in a plane. But really, after close to 30 hour flights (including layovers) to Sydney, what's a measly 7 and 1/2 hour plane ride to London? I laugh in the face of a little 7 and 1/2 hour flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Europe we'll try to get around to as many places as we can. And will this next year and a half be documented as well?? You bet. So head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.lankfordsallover.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.lankfordsallover.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (thanks, Claire for the ingenious name) and read along as I faithfully leave no stone unturned in our European travels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-5639172961579718082?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5639172961579718082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=5639172961579718082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/5639172961579718082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/5639172961579718082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/05/fond-farewell.html' title='A Fond Farewell'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-617641262333425109</id><published>2009-03-21T03:59:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T04:44:14.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride the Walrus Rocks!</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. One that includes me saying, " I was wrong and Phil, you were right." I hate those kind of confessions. And the confession...I love Guitar Hero. (I was wrong, by the way, because I insisted that if we bought Guitar Hero, it would get used one time and then never again.)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says fun like all of us eating dinner together, the wives chatting and then wondering where did all the guys go, putting all of the kids to bed, and heading downstairs to the theatre room (because it needs to have big sound, according to Phil) and finding all the guys...Phil on drums, Rob and Gregg each with a guitar, and Jared on vocals in the middle of a rousing rendition of Livin' On a Prayer. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;It all began two days prior when Phil and I were in a Best Buy. He challenged me to just try it and see if I liked it. Well...after delivering a sound defeat to Phil on Walk This Way, I was hooked. And then had to try it again. Compare it to Rock Band. And then try Guitar Hero again. Long story, short...we bought the whole band-2 guitars, drums, and microphone. Oh, and of course the extra Wii remote needed. Fast forward to last Friday night and Ride the Walrus was born. (The name of our band, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it was just all the guys. Sometimes it was an all chick band. (Rock star talk, you know. And here's where I insert that our rendition of Beat It was spot on. Kudos to Kristi for some sweet drum action.) Sometimes it was a mix. All the time...so much fun!! So much fun that we realized that we'd been playing for 5 hours. So much fun that it found us running home after a movie on Sunday night to get in another hour or so before the Haus' sitter needed to leave. I just knew listening to Hotel California so much that I memorized the lyrics would come in handy some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-617641262333425109?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/617641262333425109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=617641262333425109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/617641262333425109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/617641262333425109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/03/ride-walrus-rocks.html' title='Ride the Walrus Rocks!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-8201763630547893901</id><published>2009-02-28T04:28:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:51:21.105+11:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Something I Agree On With the Obama Administration...</title><content type='html'>Well...what do you know...I can now say that I fully agree with the latest news out of the Obama administration. The words hope, optimism, a common purpose and the like are now words we can share and rejoice in. Oh, yes we can.&lt;br /&gt;The news? It has now been reported that Coke products and specifically, my beloved Diet Coke are the choice of drink at the White House over Pepsi products especially in regards to President Obama's senior staff. I'm wiping away the tears as I type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-8201763630547893901?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/8201763630547893901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=8201763630547893901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/8201763630547893901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/8201763630547893901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-is-something-i-agree-on-with.html' title='There is Something I Agree On With the Obama Administration...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-9080369620518932516</id><published>2009-02-23T05:50:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:02:04.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Everywhere, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGekEcrgUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/gd0QT1OMgA8/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-1ab248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305696178525667650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGekEcrgUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/gd0QT1OMgA8/s400/PhotoFunia-1ab248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look dad...I'm in Tapei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305696321766350754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGesaD636I/AAAAAAAAAnc/venoyMGXoZ0/s400/PhotoFunia-1adf71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look dad...it's my best side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305696467764212642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGe058hc6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/f3oBUnPkaSw/s400/PhotoFunia-1ae5e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look dad...I've got street-cred now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305696660078670690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGfAGX3M2I/AAAAAAAAAns/E8cGGihBnE0/s400/PhotoFunia-1ae328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look dad...the pieces are all coming together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305696909594667778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGfOn5HKwI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ZOaZNRl4gjo/s400/PhotoFunia-1aeac3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look dad...my life is an open book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305697048830460098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGfWulgwMI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7IGf-75EJJQ/s400/PhotoFunia-1af8ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look dad...New York City is just not the same without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305697240421385938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGfh4UWRtI/AAAAAAAAAoE/A2YbdCmjS20/s400/PhotoFunia-1af501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look dad...my fans don't know if they're coming or going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305697459413588706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGfuoIKGuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LkyURmf4BJ0/s400/PhotoFunia-1af14e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look dad...I don't know...just look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305697707521468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGf9EZr6ZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JjWbX4_BCm0/s400/PhotoFunia-1afcde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look dad...even Putin loves me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-9080369620518932516?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/9080369620518932516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=9080369620518932516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/9080369620518932516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/9080369620518932516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-everywhere-man.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Everywhere, Man!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SaGekEcrgUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/gd0QT1OMgA8/s72-c/PhotoFunia-1ab248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-2028278371831042924</id><published>2009-02-13T07:56:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:08:28.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Dad...It's Me, Sox</title><content type='html'>Hey Dad! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought I'd hack in to the website and let you know what I've been doing since Mom's come home. Mostly eating and sleeping, but you probably already knew that. Played some with my ball, too. Wanted you to see me in the snow when we had a storm a few weeks back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302018628819160226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SZSN2gNFDKI/AAAAAAAAAms/6jdJl5oJvQA/s400/700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in my glory. Making tracks...rolling around in the snow...marking my territory. Here's the backyard, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302019054911355026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SZSOPThX-JI/AAAAAAAAAm0/BxGc6K3U_So/s400/692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The snow came down so slowly it just layed on all the tree branches. Cool, huh? Now of course after yesterday where it was 68 degrees, all traces of the snow have melted, but I enjoyed it outside then as well. Now because you can never have too many pictures of me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302019535542753522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SZSOrSA1GPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/omvoBAYaW80/s400/699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I'm picturing the treat I'll get when I come inside. Can't wait to see you again...hope it's soon. Love ya', dad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-2028278371831042924?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2028278371831042924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=2028278371831042924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/2028278371831042924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/2028278371831042924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-dadits-me-sox.html' title='Hey Dad...It&apos;s Me, Sox'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SZSN2gNFDKI/AAAAAAAAAms/6jdJl5oJvQA/s72-c/700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-7117067601472860623</id><published>2009-01-29T11:09:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:01:44.540+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Ever Told You That I Now Hate to Fly?</title><content type='html'>Well...the short story is I'm back home. But this is a blog, so I'm going to tell you the long story. In the words of Sophia of Golden Girls fame...picture it...Sydney...last Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Phil and I head to the airport to be there by 10:00 am for my 12:00 pm flight. Now for those not in the know, apparently January 26th is a holiday in Australia. It's Australia Day. Kind of like our 4th of July without the independence thing. Everyone carries or wears Australian flags (some literally, as in capes around their shoulders), has the day off of work, and many barbecue.  It also means (for us in the city) road closures because of the classic car show that lined our street. Hence...the leaving extra early for the airport because we had to go an alternate route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we get to the airport and find out that my flight has a 5 hour maintenance delay. My first thought? Do I really want to get on an airplane that is going to cross the Pacific that just needed a 5 hour maintenance delay? My second thought? Well, shoot...I have a 5 hour delay before my 30 hour trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Phil and I checked in my luggage and then left to go back to the festivities for a few hours. Well, from my previous post you've learned that it is hot in Sydney at the moment so I took off my sneakers and put on my flip flops to walk around. We got back to the apartment around 1:30 and Phil decided to go online to check the status of the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold...we learned the flight was now cancelled. I raced around the apartment grabbing my purse and my carry-on (that always has my ipod and at the very minimum 4 books, my crossword puzzle book, and my soduku book...remember, a 30 hour trip?). We get back to the airport and I have to go with an agent down through customs to baggage to retrieve my luggage. For a moment I thought I'd just made an episode of Border Security (one of my favorite Aussie tv shows) when the customs agents came towards us yelling that we couldn't come in this way. But made it through, got my bags, and wheeled them (all 3...yes, we are trying not to have to ship anything back, so everytime I come back to the states it looks like I've got everything but the kitchen sink in my bags) back to the ticket counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put on the United flight to Los Angeles that left at 3:15 and was on my way. After discovering that yes...I was still wearing my flip flops. No problem in LA, but a bit of a problem at my next connection. Which would be Toronto. Why? Because I was told that because it's an Air Canada flight, I have to have a connection in a Canadian city. Blame Canada, I say. And Toronto in late January is cold when you're wearing a light sweater and flip flops. The looks I was receiving as I was walking down the aisle were interesting. I could tell people wanted to ask me if I knew I was going to Toronto. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...this is getting longer than I thought and American Idol is on in 10 minutes (I know...but I can't. stop. watching. it.)...so, I got to Toronto, thought I'd have to leave my bags there so I could get into the US customs hall before it closed, but 10 minutes before they closed, got my bags, made the mad dash to US customs, got on the flight and made it back to Philly at 10:45 pm on the same date that I took off . The longest Australia Day ever. So I toasted the holiday once I got back to the house with a nice glass of cold Diet Coke filled to the top with ice while petting Sox. Australia is nice, but oh...I love America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-7117067601472860623?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7117067601472860623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=7117067601472860623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/7117067601472860623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/7117067601472860623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-i-ever-told-you-that-i-now-hate-to.html' title='Have I Ever Told You That I Now Hate to Fly?'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-6862076984990153597</id><published>2009-01-23T11:34:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:12:11.949+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...It's Hot Out.</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not bragging about how warm it is here when everyone back home has been freezing. I'm complaining...it's really hot outside. We've been in the 90's for a bit now. It had been predicted that today was supposed to be in the mid 90's with it feeling like 110 (really...who likes to be outside when it feels like 110 degrees out?) but they're now saying it should feel like the mid 90's out. Ah, well...that's so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my daily walk yesterday...no, didn't see my running buddy...perhaps it was too warm for him? Anyways, I was on my daily walk and thought, "What the heck am I doing outside?" It was 9:00 am and the sun was already beating down on me. I'm sweating like a pig, I'm sure my face was bright red...just not worth it. And today is much of the same. Although I need to go out and get something for lunch. We are hitting the back of the empty food cabinet here at the Lankfords. On a totally different note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Phil and I had a fun day. We walked next door into the Botanical Gardens to take a tour of Government House in the morning. After our usual walk over to the Renaissance Cafe for coffee, tea, and warm ham &amp;amp; cheese croissants. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294283643831410898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SXkS7Hq7YNI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OPv1PWr5F6M/s400/300px-06-12-14_121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This used to be where the governor of New South Wales lived (until 1996) but now is just where the governor works. They also have receptions and dinners there for visiting heads of states. It was interesting (and free...what are the odds of that?) and had some really nice views of the harbour from the back gardens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then drove out to the suburbs because Phil needed his hair cut at the mall. We were going out there (the suburbs, not the mall) anyway to meet a couple from church for dinner but had some hours to kill before the dinner. And let me say before I go on...what is with the Australian practice of everything closing up at 5:00 pm? Even on Friday and Saturday nights? The only night of the week that anything is open past then is Thursday when things are open until 9:00. It's Saturday night...the stores are pulling their gates down to lock up...the food court is clearing out...and it's 5:00 pm. And our dinner wasn't until 7:00pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...we hopped into the Jeep and drove over to the Sydney Olympic Park (just a few miles down the road) to see if anything was going on there. And we stumbled upon the Australian Youth Olympic Festival 2009!  Going on from Jan, 14-18 was a group of 1,800 athletes from 25 countries competing in 19 sports. We walked into the Aquatic Center and were able to sit in the stands and watch some swimming competitions. Complete with medal presentations and singing of various countries' national anthems. I felt like I was at the Olympics. Sort of...the stands weren't that full and the athletes were just teens, but still...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of this was to promote the...drum roll please...the first every Youth Olympic Games of 2010 to be held in Singapore! Truly! It's going to take place August 14-26 in 2010 for athletes between the ages of 14 and 18. The brochure we were handed (as well as the bracelet that Karen, I will give you for your Olympic collection) says that "Singapore 2010 will see some 3,600 young athletes from 205 National Olympic Committees competing in 26 sports comprising 201 events." Cool! For more info check out &lt;a href="http://www.singapore2010.sg/"&gt;www.singapore2010.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-6862076984990153597?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6862076984990153597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=6862076984990153597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/6862076984990153597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/6862076984990153597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeahits-hot-out.html' title='Yeah...It&apos;s Hot Out.'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SXkS7Hq7YNI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OPv1PWr5F6M/s72-c/300px-06-12-14_121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-4634280753374300548</id><published>2009-01-16T08:59:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:10:13.547+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend on the Gold Coast</title><content type='html'>We flew back from the Gold Coast early Tuesday morning and had a very fun weekend. Why is it called the Gold Coast, you may ask? Not really sure, but I think it may have to do with the great weather. I think I read somewhere in one of those brochures they plaster your hotel room with, that this area of Australia boasts over 300 days of sunshine every year. Hence...the Gold Coast. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived Friday night and with some serious map reading (nope...there's still no chance of us ever competing together on the Amazing Race...I think we'd kill each other), we made it to our hotel, the Radisson at Palm Meadows. Saturday morning we drove about 15 minutes north to Warner Brothers Movie World. Think of a Six Flags park, but smaller...much smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291645876118105010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SW-z41MuK7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/tY--mUZjEs8/s400/DSCN0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were warned that it would be very crowded since it was the school holidays, but no...not really. We didn't wait longer than 15 minutes for any ride. I think their concept of crowded is a bit skewed. I was expecting Disney in June...but thankfully, not the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a kiddie section (the WB Fun Zone), Shrek 4D (I hate those 3D shows that squirt water in your face), you can see the Batwing Spaceshot in the above picture (uh...no...I did not go on that...I have this thing with heights), the Batman Adventure Ride (kind of like the Star Wars ride at Disney), the Lethal Weapon roller coaster, the Superman Escape roller coaster (which is below, and yes, I did get on that one...with my eyes tightly shut...can you see how high that first hill is?),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291649407606151138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SW-3GZBFV-I/AAAAAAAAAlk/FvKg4iuPYi0/s400/DSCN0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a log ride, some shows and arcade game shops, the Scooby Doo Spooky indoor roller coaster...and when I tried to take the picture of the outside of the building, look who rolls up in the Mystery Machine for the Scooby Doo Disco Detectives Show...zoinks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291650806794681810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SW-4X1Zn_dI/AAAAAAAAAls/7ix8ELw24vY/s400/DSCN0784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The last thing we saw was the Hollywood Stunt Driver show. Very much like the stunt show at Disney's MGM park. Sunday morning we got up and drove over to Sea World. Here's my picture of the polar bear that would not turn around even if his life depended on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291653035591906306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SW-6ZkUStAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/MBEDIF0wBvE/s400/DSCN0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We did the Jet Rescue roller coaster (you're on side-by-side jet skis), the Corkscrew roller coaster, the Bermuda Triangle log ride, went to see the fish and sharks in the aquarium, watched the dolphin show, rode the monorail, did not go into the water park (I hate walking around parks in my wet bathing suit), watched the water ski show, and finally watched the Fish Detectives Sea Lion Show...picture below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291654758649283698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SW-793NLxHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IYSwdN25MGk/s400/DSCN0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunday night we drove to the Australian Outback Spectacular...an "evening dinner show filled with outback music, drama, and action." (taken from their brochure). It is "set in a giant 1000 seat indoor arena with a cast of larger than life characters, amazing animals, and spectacular scenes featuring wild horses, stampeding cattle, bush vehicles and suberb horsemanship."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone received cowboy hats (yes, truly) to wear during the show which included a three course dinner. Sorry...no pictures...they weren't allowed. But you can check out their website to see pictures of it. &lt;a href="http://www.outbackspectacular.com.au/"&gt;www.outbackspectacular.com.au&lt;/a&gt;  Phil did get a picture of me in my hat next to one of the horses, but I look like a dork, so sorry...not posting it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning came very early...try 4:00 am. We set the alarm so we wouldn't miss the live showing (yes, at 4:00 am) of the Eagles/Giants game. Go Eagles!! What...do the Lankfords have to be out of the country for any Philly teams to win playoff games??? We already missed watching the Phillies win the World Series. Must we miss the Eagles in the Superbowl as well???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that morning we went to the golf course that our hotel is next to. Me...play golf?...right...I just drive the golf cart. It's so fun...I drive Phil to his next hole, park the cart, whip out my book, and read until he needs me to take him to the next hole. My kind of golf! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday night we went out for dinner (at a Lonestar Steakhouse, of all places) and then took a walk on the beach in Surfer's Paradise. (Really...that's the name of the city!) So pretty. Except for the amount of men with big guts who insist on wearing speedos. Why?? Again, why?? And there was the, well...no other way to say it but very large woman in the bikini with her head back, flinging her hair from side to side while pouring a sport bottle of water down her head and face. Phil leans to me and says, "That is an episode of Baywatch gone so bad." Literally, almost wet my pants I was laughing so hard. All in all, we had a very fun weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-4634280753374300548?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4634280753374300548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=4634280753374300548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/4634280753374300548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/4634280753374300548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-on-gold-coast.html' title='Weekend on the Gold Coast'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SW-z41MuK7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/tY--mUZjEs8/s72-c/DSCN0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-625372422188167928</id><published>2009-01-09T14:21:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:51:25.548+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Running Buddy</title><content type='html'>No, no...I have not taken up running. Please, that's just silly. As I was on my daily hour walk in the park this morning, it occured to me as I saw my running buddy pass me again, that I've seen this guy a lot since we've been back in Sydney. No...nothing creepy. (At least I hope not.) We just both happen to run/walk in the park around the same time every day. Where am I going with this? Nowhere, really. Just making an observation...an observation that my life right now is at a pace that one may call leisurely. Some might say a crawl...What have my days been like since returning to Sydney?&lt;br /&gt;Get up really early. Slept in till 7:45 this morning...finally getting back to a full night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Eat toast and tea for breakfast. Mmm...my favorite breakfast food, toast.&lt;br /&gt;Walk for an hour in the park. (and see my running buddy.)&lt;br /&gt;Shower and get dressed. (I am dressed when I walk in the park. I know this is Australia, but I think even here, people would stare a bit at that.)&lt;br /&gt;Go on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Play some Yahoo games. I'm frustrated I just can't get past making $360 a day in Penquin Diner. What is the secret?&lt;br /&gt;Clean or do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Finish cleaning or laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Go on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe go on another walk. (Although it's been in the 90's here a lot this week...too hot for me.)&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the balcony and people watch.&lt;br /&gt;Eat dinner here or walk and meet Phil at some restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Watch reruns on tv. Seriously...Friends is still the funniest show on tv.&lt;br /&gt;Go on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Read some more.&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I know...my life is tough. But this weekend will break up the vigorous pace. Phil and I are flying to the Gold Coast tonight. I don't know too much about it, except that it's about an hour or hour and a half flight to an area on the coast (uh...duh) between Sydney and Brisbane. We're going to Sea World, Warner Brother's Movie World (sort of like Six Flags), and the Australian Outback Spectacular Dinner and Rodeo show. Whoo hoo! I'll be sure to post some pictures when we get back. That is, if I can fit it in sometime in my schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-625372422188167928?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/625372422188167928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=625372422188167928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/625372422188167928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/625372422188167928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-my-running-buddy.html' title='Me and My Running Buddy'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-841567208164630155</id><published>2009-01-01T09:09:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:44:47.461+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure Beats the Ball Dropping!</title><content type='html'>We saw some fantastic fireworks last night! The whole day was a bit surreal. I woke up (grrr at 3:45 am...just love getting used to the time zone changes) and put on shorts and a tee shirt. Shorts on December 31st. Just cannot get used to that. Did some quick grocery shopping in the city (after six weeks in the states, the cabinet was a bit sparse, to say the least.) I can now say that I've ridden in a taxi while surrounded by my bags of groceries. Weird. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the ride back to the apartment, it didn't look like I was going to be able to get all the way back since the road closures for the fireworks had already begun. But the nice policeman who stopped the taxi took a quick look at me in the back seat surrounded by my bags of groceries and let us through. Thank you, kind sir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I looked comical enough if anybody saw me trying to grab all the bags in one trip (didn't happen...had to make two) from the taxi to the door of the building. I won't even mention trying to hold the door open and get all the bags into the lobby (that took three trips). I think that one may have rated a video on You Tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say that the New Year's Eve fireworks in Sydney are popular is quite the understatement. People began lining up around the harbour area with their blankets, towels, umbrellas, and coolers of food at 12:00. That's 12:00 noon. Yep...these crazy people were willing to bake outside in the sun for a full 12 hours to get a prime spot to watch the fireworks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think we had the best view! There was a mini-firework show at 9:00 pm for families with kids who wouldn't make it until midnight, a lighted boat parade, fireworks shot off of the office buildings next door, and of course, some great fireworks off of the Harbour Bridge and two barges in the harbour. We invited our pastor and his family from the church we attend here to join us and had a great time. If the idea of pulled pork sandwiches ever makes it big in Australia, you heard it here first, that the Lankfords brought it over from the states. They were a hit as well as the lasagna that I made. (No, Faith...not my famous pepperoni lasagna. I can't find pepperoni over here.) Here's some pictures of the night...enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286109454958416962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SVwIitKhVEI/AAAAAAAAAks/LVQA2-afMh4/s400/DSC01715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the 9:00 pm show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286111190193560450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SVwKHta0W4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/qmGQX2RPx0Q/s400/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Part of the boat parade (if you can see it in blurry picture...sorry about that)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286112631785866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SVwLbnxNRSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0wuBvy-U-Hc/s400/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286114617542262162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SVwNPNSbPZI/AAAAAAAAAlE/xF4c8eCZp6M/s400/DSC01790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286116301720459426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SVwOxPVzGKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/o4j8f5DDMWk/s400/DSC01802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fireworks off of the tops of the office buildings next door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286118004294866098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SVwQUV7K1LI/AAAAAAAAAlU/jT2pREMPe3A/s400/DSC01813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Part of the finale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-841567208164630155?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/841567208164630155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=841567208164630155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/841567208164630155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/841567208164630155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2009/01/sure-beats-ball-dropping.html' title='Sure Beats the Ball Dropping!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SVwIitKhVEI/AAAAAAAAAks/LVQA2-afMh4/s72-c/DSC01715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-6122032622919644406</id><published>2008-12-23T07:37:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:33:40.209+11:00</updated><title type='text'>From Our Home to Yours...</title><content type='html'>I've had nearly 6 weeks of friends, family, and food to enjoy here in the states and there's more to come this week for Christmas! So much fun. I can't believe we head back to Australia on Sunday night. (I refuse to think of our 18 hour straight through flight to Singapore, couple of hours layover, and then an eight hour flight to Sydney. I want a smile on my face for the holidays and that just makes me feel bah, humbug.) So what has made my spirits bright this Christmas season? Here's my 12 Days of Christmas for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Parents and siblings (mom, dad, Karl &amp;amp; Becky, Eric &amp;amp; Karen, mom, dad, Darin &amp;amp; Chris, Matt &amp;amp; Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Presents I'm getting from Phil for Christmas...yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 frequent guests of the Lankford home and the best friends ever (Jared &amp;amp; Kristi with Josh &amp;amp; Ethan; Rob &amp;amp; Faith with Grace &amp;amp; Jacob, Gregg &amp;amp; Ashley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Nieces and nephews (Kyle, Jack, Jake, Sammy, Jordan, Hannah, Josh, Zach, &amp;amp; Alexandra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Hundred hours of being with Sox (not really sure of the hours but I needed something for 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 slices of pizza from Brother's (again, not sure of the number of slices but needed something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Sundays at Langhorne Terrace Ministries (our church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Friends called the DAGS (Diana, Robin, Joan, Kelly, and Mary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Trips to Chick-Fil-A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Lunches At Panera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Christmas parties (our annual Sunday School party, and a CGCA Class of '91 mini-reunion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 1 Thanksgiving spent in Tipp City, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. New Year's Eve will find us back in Sydney on our balcony taking in the firework show over the Harbour Bridge. Now that is something to look forward to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-6122032622919644406?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6122032622919644406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=6122032622919644406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/6122032622919644406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/6122032622919644406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-our-home-to-yours.html' title='From Our Home to Yours...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-2562672915046695967</id><published>2008-11-22T02:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:04:35.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Made it back on Monday night. Man...that is one long flight. On the bright side, I have to do it all over again at the end of December. Oh wait...after the 18 hour flight to Singapore, I get to have a couple of hour layover and then hop on a 8 hour flight to Sydney. Just smilin' big, folks.&lt;br /&gt;Our computer at home has finally been put to it's eternal rest, so I'm at a computer at the local library with yikes, 9 minutes left. I'll have to type fast.&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia was...yep, not a big fan of Indonesia. I don't like it when people stare at me and I was stared at all day long. I was seriously creeped out. We watched some dragon boat races, walked through the town, I tried to not smell the local smells, and then spent a long time at the ferry boat dock waiting for the boat to take us back to Singapore. At some point, I'll post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes... 6 minutes left. I'll make this quick. So nice to be back home! There are just no words. I'm off for a lunch with the DAGS, then dinner tonight with the Eppinger's, and then off with Faith to see Ashley's show tonight. Just can't wait! I love it here. Just love it. As I wrote on my facebook status, Dorothy was right. There's no place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-2562672915046695967?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/2562672915046695967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=2562672915046695967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/2562672915046695967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/2562672915046695967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, Sweet Home'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-5831213044355083504</id><published>2008-11-15T23:01:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:32:35.521+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Going to Believe What I Did In Singapore...</title><content type='html'>We've been here in Singapore since Wednesday night. Not much time on the computer since I can only get on when Phil comes back to the hotel after work, but I needed to blog about what the trip's been like so far. So what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I talking about looking at the um, unique Christmas decorations that are going up all around town. Nope...but they are unique. Very colorful and apparently the theme this year on the big shopping road- Orchard Road, is candy. Picture street lights with purple and white candy canes on them, red hearts hanging everywhere (with a bit of Hitachi advertising on them), big baby blue ribbons tied on the street lights, wrapped "candy" hanging from trees, giant cupcakes on the side of the street, and just in tonight...huge Precious Moments figures that have appeared around the Fountain of Wealth which we can see from our hotel window. An eclectic collection indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I talking about our dinner one night at a Scottish restaurant? Nope...but I will say that it was the first time I ever had an Asian waiter serve me wearing a kilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I talking about our fun day today in Sentosa? Nope...but it was fun. We took the monorail over to the island of Sentosa and toured an old English military fort that is now a museum, went to the aqarium, toured the exhibit-Images of Singapore, walked up to the top of the Merlion, and had another fun ride on the street luge. For those keeping score (okay...me) I beat Phil on the luge even after a close photo-finish. Not really, but I did feel like I got a bit close to the boards when he tried to squeeze me out at the very end. Wasn't going to happen...I raced ahead and beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about my experience yesterday afternoon at Kenko, the fish spa. Yes...the fish spa. After meeting Phil and a U.S. co-worker and his wife who now live here for lunch, the co-worker's wife informed me that we were going to have an adventure. Hence...the fish spa. Yes...I was a bit apprehensive. What in the world is a fish spa? In a nutshell, you roll your pants up, sit on a bench, put your feet and legs in what looks like an aqarium and let all of these little fish come up and start biting your feet and legs. Yeah...really. Apparently these fish feed off of any dead skin they can get from you. I know...eeww. I guess my feet and legs were dry because as soon as I put my legs in the water, it looked like I had knee-high boots on that were made of little fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it feel? Um...very odd at first. I mean these fish were eating my skin! I was getting seriously skeeved out. But if I had to fork over 30 dollars for 30 minutes, my legs were staying in the water. After awhile, it felt like pins and needles. You know if you sit on your foot and then it falls asleep and you get pins and needles while you wait to get the feeling back? That's what it felt like. Did the treatment work? I'm surprised to say...yes. My feet are as smooth as a baby's behind! Who knew? Would I do it again? Not sure, but how many people can say that they've had skin-eating fish nibble on their feet and legs in Singapore? (Wow...that's a really weird sentence to write.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head over to Bintan, Indonesia. Never been there so I'm sure I'll post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-5831213044355083504?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5831213044355083504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=5831213044355083504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/5831213044355083504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/5831213044355083504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-not-going-to-believe-what-i-did.html' title='You Are Not Going to Believe What I Did In Singapore...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-5496305764165509055</id><published>2008-11-11T16:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:10:29.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Air Again...</title><content type='html'>Just can't wait to get in the air again...everyone, sing along. You can thank the Lankfords (more realistically, Phil's company) for single-handedly keeping the airlines afloat in these bad economic times. Phil and I leave tomorrow afternoon for Singapore. Yes...I'm heading back to the country that smells like one giant Chinese restaurant.  Not sure what I'm going to do with myself while Phil is working, but if I come across anything interesting...you'll be the first to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may also fly over to Malaysia on Friday night or Saturday. Kuala Lumpur (no idea if that's spelled right) to be exact. And did you know that only the US prounces Lumpur like lum-pour with emphasis on pour? Everyone else says Lumpur like lump-er, emphasis on lump. No, I'm not making this stuff up. We may also throw in a quick trip to Indonesia. I'll keep you posted by well...posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mini-Southeastern Asian tour, I head for home on Monday. After a straight-through, non-stop, 18 hour plane ride from Singapore to New York. Good times. But it's all good...I'm heading home for the holidays! Phil unfortunately has another week in Singapore, then a week in India (poor guy...he's going to have to eat turkey curry for Thanksgiving...how depressing), a week back here in Sydney and then will join me back in Philly in early December. Then we can celebrate Christmas together in the cold weather...as it's supposed to be when it's December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-5496305764165509055?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/5496305764165509055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=5496305764165509055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/5496305764165509055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/5496305764165509055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-air-again.html' title='In the Air Again...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-4354043902985979497</id><published>2008-11-06T15:54:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:57:32.329+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversity</title><content type='html'>And you thought this post was going to be about our new President...nope. But I will say here, was it disappointing that the man I voted for did not win? Yes. Am I a bit nervous about the next four years? You bet. Do I wish Barack Obama would change his worldview when it comes to abortion and same-sex marriage? Absolutely. Would I rather choose to spread my wealth when and to whom I wish, rather than big government choosing for me? Oh yeah. But...all that does not change the fact that nothing happened on November 4th that wasn't supposed to happen. Why? Not sure, but I'm a firm believer that nothing surprises God.  All I do know is that whoever is President, deserves my respect (at least for the office itself), my ability to keep my mouth shut when I want to say negative things about him, and most of all, my prayers. (Hmm...and surely our current President deserves all of these as well instead of what he and his family have had to endure for the longest time!) But I was talking about diversity...&lt;br /&gt;I meant diversity on the streets of Sydney. It hit me as I was walking to Subway for lunch today. Because I. Just. Can't. Eat. McDonald's. Anymore. This. Week. I love my cheeseburger but I must take a break. You see it all on the streets of Sydney, such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People wearing pointy bamboo hats. You know...like the ones you see in a picture of people from Vietnam. But what's puzzling, is they're not of Asian descent. So why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. School children wearing big floppy hats with wide brims. I was struck with how many children you see wearing hats down here. Because the only time you see kids, especially babies and toddlers wearing hats in the U.S. is when their parent wants to take a picture of them in a cute hat and has to take the picture real fast before the kid reaches up to pull it off. Found out in my research (only for you, my faithful readers...no stone unturned) that several years ago there was a major health campaign around Australia that insisted that parents put hats on their children when they went outside. In fact, it's almost considered a form of child abuse if you don't. Most schools won't let children outside for recess unless they wear their big, floppy hats. Why? Australia has the world's most cases of skin cancer...three times more than the U.S. Makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tee shirts with writing on them. Most I could not re-print here for my family-friendly blog, but did pass one today on a guy that said, "You Look Like My Next Girlfriend." Uh...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Flip-flops. Everyone wears them. You'll see business women in conservative tailored jackets and skirts, shuffling along in flip flops on their way to work. (I assume they change shoes when they get to their office.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And on the other end of the spectrum...high-heeled shoes like you wouldn't believe. It's also not unusual to see women shuffling along in 4 inch heels. Come on...how is that remotely comfortable? (says the American who is mostly seen in her faithful Nike's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ridiculously skinny jeans. Can I just say that no one, even if you have the body of a supermodel- male or female, looks attractive in those really tight skinny jeans. And men...you just look like you have skinny chicken legs when you wear them. Eewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Uggs. There's a reason why these boots sound like you're saying the word, ugly. And who wears furry boots when you have shorts on? Shorts with furry boots? That doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Man Bags. Um...what? Women carry purses. Men...you just carry a wallet. If you have more to carry than that, sure...carry a briefcase. Sling a backpack on your shoulder...fine. But carry a man bag? You just look silly. And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Leggings as Pants. If you want to wear leggings...go ahead. But put something on that covers your backside. A skirt. A long shirt. Whatever.  And the same goes for all those men that jog in the Botanical Gardens while wearing spandex. (Except for the skirt part.) Really don't want to see any of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-4354043902985979497?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4354043902985979497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=4354043902985979497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/4354043902985979497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/4354043902985979497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/11/diversity.html' title='Diversity'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-1220240914534228070</id><published>2008-10-30T21:14:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:30:22.595+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It Snowed!!</title><content type='html'>In Hanmer Springs that is. And only stuck to the top of the mountains. (Side note...It's the end of October. It should be cold. This 70's and 80's weather in Sydney at the end of October is nuts. I shouldn't be seeing Christmas decorations in stores while wearing tee shirts and shorts. And I shouldn't see this sign either- "Beat The Heat This Christmas at Baskin Robbins." But I digress.) We woke up Sunday morning to the pictures below. We got breakfast at our breakfast place, Robbie's Pub, walked around some and then got in the car to drive back down to Christchurch. But first...some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262891573142285570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmMAHSK7QI/AAAAAAAAAcw/u0S12yb07FU/s400/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262893705793221154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmN8QBxsiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/mdshHaAV54s/s400/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once we got to Christchurch, we decided to walk around the city. Yes...it is one of the biggest cities in New Zealand, and yes, there are some tallish buildings (our hotel room was on the 11th floor ) but at times you'd be walking in "center city", turn the corner and then were faced with a city block of 1 and 2 story buildings that looked like Main Street USA. Very strange. Our hotel was next door to Christchurch Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262895416520218946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmPf0-4GUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5iBbmuLJJB8/s400/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262896489712730738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmQeS76QnI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/q5qNfFxndJ8/s400/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We continued walking through the city over to the Botanical Gardens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262898424413962338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmSO6QoQGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/QJYqKi4ZpjU/s400/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262900924479014610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmUgbulhtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/sDeq2zwYVVw/s400/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;passed the tram that takes you on a circuit around the city...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262902616461058194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmWC62ioJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ChT2IbXjhSc/s400/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and then came upon the holy grail. Literally...the Holy Grail Sports Bar just down the street from our hotel. The sky should've opened up with a beam of light on the sign as angels in one chorus broke out in a harmonious "aaahhhhhhh". Wings and cokes...20 something dollars. Being able to watch the Phillies play and win Game 3 of the World Series on a 50 foot tv screen while in New Zealand...priceless! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262905430754842370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmYmu6d1wI/AAAAAAAAAdw/hfMq2CvJqzU/s400/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As I type this, I'm watching the replay of today's game where our Phillies won the World Series. We watched it live this morning/afternoon as well and I think Phil speaks for us all when he turned to me after the win, while watching the pile-up on the mound and said, "I think I'm gonna cry." Sweet day! Now if we could only be there in Philly for the parade down Broad St. this week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-1220240914534228070?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1220240914534228070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=1220240914534228070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/1220240914534228070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/1220240914534228070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-snowed.html' title='It Snowed!!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQmMAHSK7QI/AAAAAAAAAcw/u0S12yb07FU/s72-c/DSC01395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-7244927789618936077</id><published>2008-10-29T07:20:00.018+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:55:17.001+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanmer Springs...New Zealand's Alpine Spa Village</title><content type='html'>Or so the advertising slogan goes. On Saturday morning (being the outdoor enthusiasts that we are so known for) we decided to do some outdoor stuff since we were up in the mountains and all. And there was so much to choose from...mountain biking, hikes (or tramps as they call them here), fishing, hunting, bungy jumping (uh...no), jetboat trips, river rafting, quad biking, skeet shooting, 4x4 tours, paintball, mini golf, horseback riding, helicopter tours, archery, and even sitting in the thermal pools at the main attraction- Hanmer Springs Thermal Pools and Spa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First...we chose archery. No, really we did. And it was fun. The competition was fierce. After a stinging injury on my left inside elbow (got in the way of my blazing arrow and stung like the dickens!), I couldn't keep up. Actually...I was never in the running. I don't think I could hit a target if it was painted on the side of a barn. Got a few in, but was no match for Phil aka Robin Hood. Look at the equisite form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262305911451063026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQd3WHd6kvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/cgbpFi4Fuh0/s400/DSC01350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you can see it...the end result. I hit the paper a few times but nothing to write home about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262307176375025170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQd4fvrSfhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tad-rFdIsK0/s400/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Late morning we left for our next adventure...horseback riding. Seriously! I've never ridden a horse before and it was always something I wanted to try. The drive out to the farm was again, beautiful. So was the farm itself. Take a look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262309626296030914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQd6uWV-VsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ym6hljRJFRM/s400/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now the horse lady knew that in our group, I was the only one who had never gotten on a horse before. And which horse did I get? Raleigh...who according to her is, "The biggest horse in all of New Zealand." Uh...thanks. One seems very far off of the ground when seated on a huge horse while holding tightly to the reins. But Raleigh and I hit it off...when he wouldn't jerk his big ol' head forward nearly lifting me off of the saddle. Now I thought we would just be plodding along little trails around the farm. And we did...but soon set off up a small mountain. With no guard rails. On a horse. Yeah, I was a bit freaked out. Remember the scene from The Brady Bunch when they were at the Grand Canyon and taking a mule ride down into the canyon and Alice is furiously waving her hand over to get the mule to hug the canyon wall? Yep...I know the feeling. But the views...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262313227189668226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQd9_8t6yYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/FqMrnlM9k80/s400/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262314395238993938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQd_D8ClEBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gPe8OTUiolA/s400/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262315851641763634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQeAYtkDtzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cTdhqxg2llM/s400/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See? Raleigh is the biggest horse there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317608017281602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQeB-8knQkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/N0VaWHzuRc0/s400/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oh...I've got to add a picture of the farm's pets on the front porch. They would nudge you like a dog to be petted. And no...I wasn't thinking of dinner. That's just sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262319333554944850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQeDjYs2e1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/QCgFeEx_gio/s400/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Later that day we drove to "Thrill Seeker's Canyon". Not necessarily looking for a thrill, but that's where a lot of the outdoor activities are based from. Including bungy jumping from this bridge. Seriously crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262322396945057410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQeGVst-BoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/C1UQOc9XPGA/s400/DSC01389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We drove back to the village past some more beautiful countryside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262324381882773410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQeIJPL_76I/AAAAAAAAAco/iz9bMZnPIYE/s400/DSC01393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and then put on our bathing suits (or swimmers or cosi's) as they call 'em in Australia and relaxed in the thermal springs for awhile. Ahh...a great end to a very fun day. Tomorrow...Christchurch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-7244927789618936077?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7244927789618936077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=7244927789618936077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/7244927789618936077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/7244927789618936077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/hanmer-springsnew-zealands-alpine-spa.html' title='Hanmer Springs...New Zealand&apos;s Alpine Spa Village'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQd3WHd6kvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/cgbpFi4Fuh0/s72-c/DSC01350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-6719233324814987491</id><published>2008-10-28T10:59:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:22:28.454+11:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back from New Zealand</title><content type='html'>Whew...now that the Phillies game is on a rain delay (maybe stoppage? stupid Australian tv is now showing motocross so I don't know what's happening) I can post about our weekend in New Zealand. First, let me say that it is one of the most beautiful places that I've ever been to. For all you Lord of the Rings fans, I didn't see any spots where they filmed, but hopefully you'll still like the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We flew into Christchurch last Friday afternoon. Close to the airport is the International Antarctic Centre so we started there. Did you know that 70% of the people/scientists that fly to Antarctica go out of Christchurch? Nope, I didn't either. It's called international because New Zealand, the US, and Italy all have offices and programs here. The US Air Force also flys planes to Antarctica from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out (after I begged for a quick stop at the cafe because it was past lunch time) at the penguin exhibit where they were feeding these tiny little penguins. The Little Blue Penguins to be exact. Apparently they swim near the shores of South Australia and New Zealand. After that we went to the Antarctic Storm where they simulate a storm every half hour. Yep...it was pretty darn cold. (Notice my hands tucked into my borrowed coat.) And this was even before the storm started and the wind started blowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262041192662287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQaGldIbxeI/AAAAAAAAAao/qcya0E_808Y/s400/DSC01325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After going through the museum, you could get in line to ride the Hagglund, a vehicle used down in Antarctica. The obstacle course that it took us through was a bit jarring to say the least! But very fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262043233330378242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQaIcPNntgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8HKoZ6DWTEQ/s400/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We got on the road and headed north to Hanmer Springs where we stayed for most of the weekend. The trip up was just beautiful. On either side of the road were just hundreds of rolling green hills that kept getting steeper as we got closer to the mountains. And the sheep...we must've seen thousands of sheep grazing the hills over the entire weekend. Mmm, and tasty, too. How could I not have lamb for dinner when in New Zealand? Although I would pay for that because after Friday night for the rest of the weekend whenever we drove by any sheep Phil would say."Here she comes, boys...run for your lives!" Such the comedian. Here's our hotel that we stayed at...the Settler's Inn. And it even came with a golden retriever named Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262046267103063698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQaLM05ZLpI/AAAAAAAAAa4/YAaMPTCsuZg/s400/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some pics of Hanmer Springs... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262048044809696002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQaM0TXrswI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6A7K9vFXkR4/s400/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262049899257088306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQaOgPuZSTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-GOVLn34TJk/s400/DSC01339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262051239980619090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQaPuSTy1VI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TFmTpw4vAV8/s400/DSC01342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262054117358649314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQaSVxYLP-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/zBh_Vv2lFVE/s400/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tomorrow...our Saturday in Hanmer Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-6719233324814987491?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6719233324814987491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=6719233324814987491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/6719233324814987491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/6719233324814987491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-back-from-new-zealand.html' title='We&apos;re Back from New Zealand'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SQaGldIbxeI/AAAAAAAAAao/qcya0E_808Y/s72-c/DSC01325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-1116973401310336934</id><published>2008-10-21T15:23:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:06:31.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is What It Is...</title><content type='html'>I got nothin'. (That's the phrase but the former teacher in me still cringes at the grammar.) Not a whole lot going on at the moment. Still going in a couple of days a week to the church to volunteer in the office. Still liking it. Even got taken out last week for Thai food. (My first time eating Thai!) Okay...I only ordered chicken and fried rice but I did try bites of my fellow diner's meals. Pleasantly surprised, in fact, but the jury is still out. I don't like to try new foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is passing a bit slow, due to the fact that Phil is away right now in Singapore. Bummer. I don't even have him here to ply with questions as soon as he steps in the front door. "How was your day? What did you have for lunch? Do you know what I had for lunch? What are we going to do for dinner? Do you want to go out? I wonder what's on tv tonight? Guess where I walked today?" etc. etc.  I'm sure he's glad for the reprieve. (while also missing me, the joy of his life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just wanted to put up another post to check and see if people can now post comments. For some reason, the last two posts wouldn't let people do that. Due to the overwhelming demands of my reading public (okay...two people asked what was up) I, the tech wiz that I am, was determined to fix the wrong and let you be heard. I think I found out the problem, although I'm not really sure and just hope that the comment thingie (official tech wiz language) appears at the end of this post. Good news, however. The blog will once again get interesting after this weekend because Phil and I are leaving the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to head back to the states just yet, but we're spending a long weekend in New Zealand. We're heading to Christchurch on Friday morning and then driving to a little town in the mountains called Hanmer Springs. For those of you who are uninformed (which was me until just a bit ago), New Zealand is made up of two islands and we're headed to the South Island. People here have said to me that it is the better one to go to because it's just so beautiful. They remark that the Lord of the Rings movies were filmed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that doesn't do anything for me, because I think I've only seen one of them. I say I think because I don't remember a whole lot about it. Something about a ring, a guy named Frodo, and some guy with a long white beard? I don't know. It was just kind of dark and had lots of suspense in it...which I don't do when it comes to movies. But, at any rate, if I come across any signs that say, "LOR filmed here" I'll take a picture for all you fans. So...on that note, hopefully my next posts will contain stunning pictures and witty prose about our trip to New Zealand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a totally different note...I just found out at the library this afternoon (while reading the New York Times...yes, I have time on my hands at the moment) that Grant Balfour, a pitcher for the Tampa Bay baseball team is from Sidney. An Australian who plays American baseball?? Interesting, yes, but in no way pulls my allegiance from our beloved Philadelphia Phillies who play in the World Series(!!!!!) this week. Darn it...Murphy's Law states that one will be thousands of miles away on the other side of the world when your team finally makes the World Series. Hopefully we can still watch it in New Zealand this weekend to say...GO PHILLIES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-1116973401310336934?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/1116973401310336934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=1116973401310336934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/1116973401310336934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/1116973401310336934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It Is What It Is...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-3792869637902703823</id><published>2008-10-17T14:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:48:20.724+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This is What I'm Looking At</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd give you a peek at what I see when I take a walk around Sydney...depending on which route I take. Yes...I've walked so much here, I actually have several routes that I can choose from when stepping out. Wednesday afternoon, I chose my "Dawes Point" destination. I walk from our building through Circular Quay (where the ferry boat terminal is), passed the aboriginal who sits there every day making music on his digideroo (couldn't get the picture because he was on his smoke break), next to The Rocks, under the Harbour Bridge, around the peninsula (Dawes Point) and back. On my way, I get a pretty good view while walking under the Harbour Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257967037543994082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPgNKamF0uI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nZHF7ebhDdY/s400/DSCN0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On the other side of the Harbour, you can see an amusement park called Luna Park. At night when it's all lit up, the face at the entrance is lit up in a freakish way. I see these big eyes and mouth (which is what you walk through to get into the park) staring at me all the way from our balcony. Here's a closer look... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257970134975644290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPgP-tbWAoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zbIAymHsJuc/s400/DSCN0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Coming from around the point on my way back, there's a great view of our next door neighbor, the Opera House.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257970883789908418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPgQqS-k6cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WmwRW5m6Z3M/s400/DSCN0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving my head just to the right, you get a good look at Circular Quay. Of course, our apartment, the beloved Toaster is the first building you see on the left of the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257971699576000514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPgRZyBI0AI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YKwCDadgBhc/s400/DSCN0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Today, after meeting Phil for lunch at Australian Square, a food court in a building close to his, I decided to take my "Into the City" route. Right at Australian Square was a group of army vehicles parked in an alley (not sure why they were there) but thought of my nephew, Sammy who's 5, loves anything to do with the military, and wants to fly jets off of a carrier in the Navy when he grows up. So, Sammy...this is for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257974406423294706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPgT3Vz0svI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/tLkZHdxmmzs/s400/DSCN0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And what do you know, as I was walking up George St., in this little alley was this space thing hanging between two buildings. I thought of Sammy's big brother, Jake who's 7, loves anything to do with space, and wants to be an astronaut when he grows up. So, Jake...this one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257975891689646098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPgVNy26qBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kT0XCKXxxKo/s400/DSCN0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I kept walking up George St. until I came to the Queen Victoria Building or QVB as it's sometimes referred to. This building (which spans an entire city block!) was opened in 1892 (whipping out my trusty guidebook once again) as a produce market. Some older people we've gotten to know at our church here, say they can remember going there as kids when it was a farmer's market on the first floor and offices on the second floor where their parents paid their electric bills. Today it's the home to nearly 200 upscale stores. They also said that at Christmas there's a huge Christmas tree in the middle under the main dome that goes from floor to ceiling. I'm hoping that goes up before we leave to go back to Philly for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257977612109431202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPgWx769QaI/AAAAAAAAAag/AZuUrd2xr2A/s400/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See the statue in front of the building? The same people told us that the story goes that when the building was completed, they wanted to put a statue of Queen Victoria out in front of it, but there wasn't one in the whole country. So later, they found a statue of her from some city in India who wanted to get rid of theirs after India gained independence from Great Britain, bought it from the Indian city and finally put it out in front of the QVB. Better late than never, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-3792869637902703823?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/3792869637902703823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/3792869637902703823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-what-im-looking-at.html' title='This is What I&apos;m Looking At'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPgNKamF0uI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nZHF7ebhDdY/s72-c/DSCN0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-545543894692175031</id><published>2008-10-13T21:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:35:42.821+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Looking Like a Raccoon...</title><content type='html'>Just love getting a sunburn on my face while wearing my sunglasses. But it's the middle of October...I'm not used to having to remember the sunscreen. I'm all mixed up... it's getting warmer, the days are getting longer, we're passing by huge blow-up Santa lawn ornaments being advertised at a nursery when it's around 80 degrees out...just crazy. And just where did I get this sunburn? After church on Sunday we hopped into the Jeep (top down-hence the sunburn) and drove about an hour and a half north to St. Alban's. This was where Phil drove before I came back here last month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, in Wiseman's Ferry, we had to take the ferry over to the other side of the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256587072183603554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPMmF3BqEWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bLRPyIg0Ye0/s400/DSCN0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We ate lunch at the Settler's Arms Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256586110787894098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPMlN5jDu1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/8JQbb-pFYL4/s400/DSCN0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The website for the Inn, &lt;a href="http://www.settlersarms.com.au/"&gt;http://www.settlersarms.com.au/&lt;/a&gt; states that the Inn was built in 1836 and is surrounded by mountains. True. It also states that the Inn is "nestled along the Macdonald River". True, again. The website did not say we were in the middle of absolutely nowhere, but that was true too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256588367800637618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPMnRRk1GLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jm-xbidusk8/s400/DSCN0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just passed (past? I'm not sure. They both look right) this tree on the right and down a bit is the bank of the Macdonald River. Imagine the surprise when a helicopter comes and lands in the middle of the river. Yeah, really. About 300 feet in front of where I was sitting. Now the river wasn't too full of water and the helicopter did land on a sand bar, but still. Not sure a helicopter could just land in a river next to a restaurant in the states so the people could have a bite to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way home coming through Wiseman's Ferry, lo and behold we passed the property for what used to be the Word of Life Christian Camp and Bible Institute of Australia. Felt the urge to break into a rousing rendition of "Holding forth the Word of Life..." Amazing (and a bit frightening) that after all these years the song never leaves the recesses of the mind of a former Island STC'er and wolbi alum. The property no longer belongs to Word of Life (as the sign in Korean? Chinese?) showed us (as well a check on the internet once we got back), but the old faded WOL sign was still there. Quite the beautiful piece of property. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all a nice day spent outdoors. Except for the raccoon eyes, of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-545543894692175031?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/545543894692175031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/545543894692175031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-im-looking-like-raccoon.html' title='So I&apos;m Looking Like a Raccoon...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SPMmF3BqEWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bLRPyIg0Ye0/s72-c/DSCN0767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-7818687697601216455</id><published>2008-10-10T14:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:17:06.620+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep In Thought at McDonald's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SO7zBetuniI/AAAAAAAAAZI/87qiKDXHEQ8/s1600-h/mcdonalds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255405021938228770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SO7zBetuniI/AAAAAAAAAZI/87qiKDXHEQ8/s400/mcdonalds.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I take my job as a professional tourist down here very seriously, and it struck me today at lunch as I enjoyed my tasty cheeseburger, that people have strange habits here at Macker's (as it is referred to at times...I know...what?). Is it me, or do most people in the states take their sandwich out of the "to go" bag (or take away as it is called here), open the wrapper, spread the wrapper down like a place mat, put your drink in one corner, and your fries and ketchup (or chips and tomato sauce) in the other corner? Okay...maybe it is just me. Or maybe most people don't order the cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But down here, I've seen people time and time again (yes, I eat at McDonald's way too much) take the "to go" bag, rip one whole side of it open and then eat the food as it lays from inside the bag. It looks like they're dining from a feed bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's with the opening of the burger (cheeseburger, quarter pounder, big mac, whatever) and piling on a fist full of fries before they bite into it? On the burger? How does that taste good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of taste...the menu now sports that you can add avocado to your quarter pounder. Eeww. And if you want to, you can add tomato and avocado to your Egg McMuffin breakfast (or brekkie) sandwich. Double eeww. Yes...deep thoughts down here. But again...I take my job very seriously and wish to report all aspects of Australian culture as I experience them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes...my "experiences" haven't been much to report lately. I've been volunteering at the church in the office a couple of days a week, so the weeks have flown by. I'm liking it. (Although I still have a bit of a problem trying to figure out what people are saying over the phone with their accents. I think I drove some guy nuts yesterday trying to figure out if he was saying his name was Matthew or Michael. I'm still not sure.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to report that I now feel pretty comfortable driving around Sydney. Who would've thought? I still cringe when I cross the Harbour Bridge, praying that I haven't just breathed my last, but the music has returned. (I tend to sing while I drive.) Still not crazy about changing lanes because I can't see behind the darn head rests in the back seat, so I try and look, send up a prayer, hope nothing's there, and then get over into the next lane. I've pretty much memorized the route and what lanes to get in so I don't have to do much changing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are trying to arrange a trip to New Zealand next weekend, so hopefully that happens. Will keep you posted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-7818687697601216455?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7818687697601216455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=7818687697601216455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/7818687697601216455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/7818687697601216455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/deep-in-thought-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Deep In Thought at McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SO7zBetuniI/AAAAAAAAAZI/87qiKDXHEQ8/s72-c/mcdonalds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-6600786927900610685</id><published>2008-10-06T10:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:23:20.824+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Sea) Eagles Win the Championship!!</title><content type='html'>No, not our beloved Philadelphia Eagles...the Manly Sea Eagles in the Grand Final of the National Rugby League. Our good friend from church, Steve, offered to get Phil a ticket to the big game (kind of like our Superbowl) yesterday afternoon. Well, of course, I had to get Phil a rugby jersey with the official Manly Sea Eagles emblem, for his birthday last week so he could wear it to the game at the ANZ Stadium (where the opening and closing ceremonies were for the 2000 Olympics.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253906707186706786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOmgUFTn6WI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ORdndH8km-4/s400/DSCN0746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The pre-game ceremonies included a navy helicopter landing on the field. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253825927626944690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOlW2F_w8LI/AAAAAAAAAYY/vejeAnMeRIY/s400/DSCN0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A pre-game show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253829744978651458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOlaUSvVaUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fq7vljkHDIo/s400/DSCN0747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some rugby action. And let me just say...those guys are nuts. It's like full-tackle football without any pads. Crazy! And they beat Melbourne 40-0.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253830689186620546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOlbLQMDpII/AAAAAAAAAYo/UBXRoYhX_Cw/s400/DSCN0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And finally, the beginning of the awards ceremony where you can see Australia's Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd, third from the right in the line of people congratulating the winning players. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253835075160886114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOlfKjNzy2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/4uS11f3Jh14/s400/DSCN0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-6600786927900610685?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/6600786927900610685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=6600786927900610685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/6600786927900610685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/6600786927900610685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/sea-eagles-win-championship.html' title='The (Sea) Eagles Win the Championship!!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOmgUFTn6WI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ORdndH8km-4/s72-c/DSCN0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-4521716279948102438</id><published>2008-10-04T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:55:56.689+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Away in Canberra</title><content type='html'>Last night we drove 3 hours south to Canberra, the capital of Australia. No, really...it is. It's not Sydney. Nor Melbourne, but Canberra. Pronounced Can-burr-ah with the emphasis on Can. First...a word about the highway between Sydney and Canberra. That is one dark ride. Once you leave the Sydney area, there are no lights on the highway. The countryside (and I do mean, countryside) is dark. You don't see any lights. No lighted billboards. Not even any houses. Does civilization just end once you leave the city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found London Circuit which is the circle that our hotel was on. And in the words of Phil, when we got into the room, "Man what a dump." It wasn't really, but did not exactly look like the pictures on the internet. And "lakeside view" did not apply, though we paid $10 extra for it. The next morning, if you looked really far between the row of trees, you could see glimpses of Lake Burly Griffin. (Nope...no idea where that name came from. But it did make me laugh several times.) Hmm...lakeview, indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We passed up the breakfast buffet at the hotel ($26...yeah right) and stopped at a food court at the Canberra Centre on our way to our first stop. The Australian War Memorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253262388916705154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOdWT0tM14I/AAAAAAAAAXo/eM2NTh-IuWk/s400/DSC01290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You walked up the front stairs through a walkway and then came to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253263911641242626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOdXsdTBXAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/l8tZFycPfMs/s400/DSC01270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You can't see it well, but there's an eternal flame at the top of the water pool there. And on the upper level behind all those open windows on each side are two huge walls, called The Roll of Honour, with the names of every Australian who, I think, has died while serving in the military. You see little red poppy flowers pressed into the cracks between sheets of names.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253266220780353170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOdZy3gr9pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bijHeZ86gzA/s400/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The War Memorial Musuem has sections on WWI, WWII, an aircraft hall, Australia's Unknown Soldier, Anzac hall, and among other exhibits, also a section on Conflicts from 1945 till today. That's where this helicopter was...in the Vietnam section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253268394775804194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOdbxaRl-SI/AAAAAAAAAYA/FWRzEjA4Bd8/s400/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thoroughly enjoyed the whole museum. Could've spent more hours there, but I think my other half had seen all he wanted to see. So alas...I did not get to read every plaque, picture, and display there. But still...was good.On the steps of the War Memorial you can see the old Parliament House (the white building in front) and the new Parliament building (the modern building in the back that looks like it has a big compass on the top of it). Cool view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253277126651434290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOdjtrC-VTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zRS7-7-IAvY/s400/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We then went to the old parliament building and went on a tour of the building. After that, we drove over to the new parliament building and looked around as well. Saw both the Senate and House of Representative chambers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We drove back to Sydney tonight. Saw a full rainbow...both ends! Both of us had never seen a full arc before. Also drove through seriously torrential rain and if that wasn't enough, then thru soupy fog. Quite the ride! I white-knuckled through it a few times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, with the time change that happens here tonight, it's now almost midnight. So on that note...&lt;br /&gt;(Note to any callers from the states, we are now 15 hours ahead. Karen, thinking about the call at 5:00 am one morning...especially, take note.) :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-4521716279948102438?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/4521716279948102438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=4521716279948102438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/4521716279948102438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/4521716279948102438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-away-in-canberra.html' title='A Night Away in Canberra'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NIHgJdNtTo/SOdWT0tM14I/AAAAAAAAAXo/eM2NTh-IuWk/s72-c/DSC01290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7360132895663651396.post-7960891638481493287</id><published>2008-09-28T19:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:36:53.685+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Gonna Watch the Eagles!!</title><content type='html'>Just found out that the Eagles/Bears game which is on Sunday night at home will be shown here, Monday night at 7:30 pm. Whoo hoo...we're gonna watch some football! So no checking the scores over the internet tomorrow. Everybody now..."Fly Eagles fly, on the road to victory..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on the subject of sports, how about those Phillies?!! I can feel it...it's going to be their year. And we're all the way over here on the other side of the world. Sigh. Good news...we will be able to watch every playoff game as well as the World Series live. Bad news...because of the time difference they will be shown anywhere from 5:00 am to 7:00 am. But if the Phillies are playing...I just may have to set the alarm a bit early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7360132895663651396-7960891638481493287?l=lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/7960891638481493287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7360132895663651396&amp;postID=7960891638481493287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/7960891638481493287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7360132895663651396/posts/default/7960891638481493287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankfordsdownunder.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-gonna-watch-eagles.html' title='We&apos;re Gonna Watch the Eagles!!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213313578164979181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17453147123849968731'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>