On the way home from
It has been a lovely trip. Paul and I have taught well together and have done good work. Perhaps I have met part of my goal of making connections with people in this hemisphere so that I can begin to do the work I want to do. I have walked at sunset and at dawn in the Australian bush, smelled the eucalypts, seen the deep azure sky and the olive lacy foliage that I associate with
Today, in case all of that weren’t enough, today Paul and Khia and their girls took me to a wildlife park outside
Now, I'm home and the pictures are downloaded. The children are filled with questions about Australia and worried that their soccer games will be cancelled because of the rain. I still get a thrill from coming through immigration and having the person there say, "Welcome home." It's good to be home.
And then the most glorious parts of all were not so much about seeing, but about touching. I ran my fingers through the fur of a koala and looked soulfully into her eyes as she blinked sleepily at me (these creatures are always sleepy). And then there was the area of kangaroos, roaming around, eating feed from visitors’ hands (well, from the ice cream cones we bought with the feed inside). I felt the difference in fur varieties in the different breeds, had one try to put her head up my sleeve and nibble on my watch band, and another throw her head back in delight as I scratched just the right itchy spot on her chest. I found out that koalas have little brown eyes with no eyelashes and fantastic lovely noses. And roos have enormous brown eyes with model-ready eyelashes the better to draw me in and make me love them even more.
(FYI for those of you who don't get the title of this--the nickname for Australia is "Oz" and while that mostly comes from the Aussie inclination to shortening words, there is something Ozish about Australia...)