Back in Canberra and all is changing rapidly, the bare bones of winter being replenished by green buds and balmy winds. Floriade of course continues apace and continues to attract the interstate visitors, including my friend Jill and my housemate's parents all at the same weekend. It could almost make for a sitcom. Saturday was spent enjoying the outdoors, interupting periods of eating with trips to gardens and hills and flowers aplenty.
The evening threw up a rather delightful surprise, some kind of Japanese festival held down by the lake, where hundreds of candles flicker away as karaoke belts out and sushi rolls go in. Even the ACT's chief minister was here and I got within 5 metres of him... how starstruck! In the absence of Kevin (from the US to the footy), it was the best we could do.
The culture of Canberra continued into the evening with dinner at a Portuguese restaurant. Anyone would think we weren't in Australia, except for the fact that Sunday brought about a pre birthday BBQ in the park, full on Australian style with snags and stubbies, cricket bats and boomerangs, soccerballs and twisties, and not a flower in sight!
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