Brunching hard in Melbourne. . . . .
When you go to Australia and suddenly you're the one with an accent.
When you're at the art gallery and you appreciate the frames more than the paintings.
The most eventful moment on my 9 hour flight: thought a mole started to grow on my nose.
It was a speck of chocolate.
PEY bulkhead seat with only one other person in my row, 4 seats away. Meanwhile every single seat behind me is packed.
Edit: and then I spilled orange juice on my seat ?