These feet were made for walking

As we've been doing for the last two days straight as a result of saving money. As Joe says, "guys, we're gonna arrive in Freo and be really attractive...we're gonna be super fit from all this walking and really tan"

There is a beach just a short walk down the road, and by short walk I mean 30 solid minutes uphill both ways in the blistering, scorching heat. It's so worth it, but our bodies are starting to complain.

Last night we walked to the Sydney Harbor, which was another 30 minutes, but the walk was incredible. I think, in another life, I could be cut out for city life. I mean, there are some parts of cities that don't really suit me (like the strip of strip clubs we also walked past), but the part around the harbor is absolutely beautiful and the atmosphere is actually incredibly peaceful. Not to mention the weather has been perfect so the nights have been clear and gently breezy, and sitting out by the water looking back on the night city has something so...tranquil about it. And I can't decide, if and when my honeymoon eventually rolls around, if I want to spend it in the mountains or sitting and sipping a glass of wine on the beach boardwalk. I mean....right?

Tonight, after hitting the beach and getting a nice beachy bronze (and seeing our Italian friends again), we recuperated so that we could go...(another drum roll please)...climb the Sydney Harbor Bridge. Yup. It's getting late and my body is slowly going into self-destruct mode, so I'll explain more tomorrow. Tune in then for some good stories and photos and bonus hilarious story about Kaylee and her undergarment dilemma on the top of the bridge.

Until then,
Manders