I'm not cold, I'm in a city, sleeping in a bed (with a pillow) and it's sunny. Have I died and gone to heaven?

I'd like to emphasize that it's lovely to sleep in a bed. Evan and I are not in the same room at the hostel and apparently people think that's weird. Honestly...we just finished 5 weeks of living in a van together. A few doors apart won't kill us and I have some cool roommates.

It was sunny-ish and warm yesterday. WARM! We walked around Sydney, saw the bridge and the opera house and even took a boat to Cockatoo Island which is kind of like Alcatraz. Sadly, there were no Cockatoos BUT there were tons of baby seagulls (and angry mama seagulls threatening us for getting too close to their hatchlings).

It did rain a bit last night which had me worried but we found a cool tapas bar in the Surry Hills area and by the time we were done the rain had stopped. One problem is that Evan and I brought no "fancy" clothes and dinner here seems quite dressed up. We've decided just to ignore it and hope things get more laid back on the beaches.

Today we woke up to perfect weather. We hopped on a ferry to Manly Beach (yes, manly) and are hanging out here until we do a 3-4 hour coastal walk back to the city. The waves are so big here compared to the Atlantic and especially compared to the Mediterranean but the water is chilly. It just feels good to be warm, almost hot.

Supposedly it might rain tomorrow. Sucks. The good news is that there is an aquarium and Evan really wants to do a koala breakfast (this is not a joke, that's the 1st thing he said to me yesterday a.m).

I do know that I'm getting running sneaks on our way back to the hostel tonight now that I've scoped out some stores and prices. I cannot wait to "pound the pavement" as they say and allegedly I may be running a 1/2 marathon in Vegas on December 5th (or watching Kiran run while I drink). We'll see!