"I’d sit cross-legged in the box, filtering the sand over and over again through an old spaghetti strainer, getting rid of the sticks and leaves that had fallen, until it was almost as fine as right after he poured the sand from the bag. That was perfect sand."
Friday, October 23, 2009
Quick hello (or, I should say, G'day!)
I'm sitting at the internet terminal of my lovely hostel in Sydney. It's bareboned, reminding me of my freshman year dorm at Denison: it's clean, occasionally raucous, and serves its purpose.
I'm loving Sydney, and I especially enjoyed my trip up to Cairns and to the Great Barrier Reef. Pictures are coming, I promise.