The INCREDIBLE Yellow Mountain
As I write this I feel very flat. Sometimes living in a country where you cant speak the language and have expectations that are not aligned with the countries culture, can be difficult. Wanting to pop to the shop, grab some cheese, without getting beeped at, pushed and shoved… but the beeping is to make sure you don’t get run over, the pushing and shoving… its not rude over here, and cheese… well it’s a 20 minute bus ride away. The sun, although still belting its heat and humidity on my town, has disappeared behind a haze and low hovering clouds, its been a week since I’ve seen a blue sky, it’s a different summer to what I know from home. Australia is known to be rather warm, but I’ll simply call it mild in comparison to a month of above 38 degrees with 60% to 70% humidity. Something a very old friend said to me made me realise that possibly my blog has really been a rose tinted view of living my life, the kids, the travel, everything is blissful and serene… where ever y...