Singing Christmas carols by candelight in 80 degree weather overlooking Sydney Harbour.
Roasted beet root salad. Re-confirmed that I still don't like beets. Good thing Nat does.
Swimming/guitar/lunch/hiking/contemplation, in/around the cliffs.
Ridiculous sunsets.
Pictures worth a thousand words.
Activities not pictured: sunburns, glorious back massages, solving all our life problems.
Last night after hugging Nat goodbye at the airport, I was feeling a bit jealous that she's beating me home, and consequently beating me to eggnog, family, snow, and leg warmers.
Sydney Airport, International Terminal, 6 December, 8.13pm, 82 degrees fahrenheit.
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