Cambridge by Kina

After hours, the shutters open to crisp, Autumnal airs and singing katydids. Fragrances of all flowery sorts- shampoo and lotions, lavender ointments and rose room sprays emanate from our pores, while a wave of warmth washes over our necks from the night's bath. There's Salman Rushdie's 'Step Across this Line' at my disposal, and my three great friends.

The apartment has us at a soft repose, drunken in peace. We're all left on our own at this time of day, Celine's listening to her French tapes, Justin and Jing are both watching a documentary on piano making, and here I am... writing. Its a good sign.

Great times are spent during the day at Easter shows, and boisterous theme parks, with the chance to pat piglets, watch cows, or ride horses. There were too many food samples to count, and wine tasting that left us in warmed cheeks full with a sense of flurried glee. I had a 9 dollar bag of my favourite Macadamia nuts, dusted in cinnamon and warm honey, and it was with that that I should have no other complaint.

My trip here has been characterized by too good food in excess, and the luxury of all those late night hoots of merriment. The night before we went to the Rocks' market, and had near gluttonous feasts of pork knuckles with gravy cooked in beer, mash, ham, stuffing, veal, sausages, and sauerkraut, all washed down with great swigs of mango beer. There was chocolate covered strawberries, macarons and the most amazing iced-chocolate set to the backdrop of twinkling lights reflected on the harbor.

After all the chatter, excited peals of laughter, and 'If you could have any superpower in the world, what would that be? -type questions' everyone's has fallen into a comfortable quiet right now. These are moments I live for, there's just something here in the air that speaks volumes of who we are, and what we have. The one that says we don't have to speak to enjoy ourselves, we don't have to come up with things to say, topics or jokes to crack, it just comes when the moment calls.

We're too ourselves to care.
Tomorrow, Bondi meets us, unless the rain does first.

Justin's brushing his teeth while watching the telly. Jing, Celine and I did a deep scrub just now with his new magical korean product. Our faces are smooth. I burst a pimple or two; Proof that I'm not perfect, but life pretty much is right now.