We had a nice dinner with everyone. The restaurant was playing a good mix of '80s pop music. That's something I have found refreshing about this trip- at home and in my classroom, my daily life is often underscored with music I flat out dislike. I get serenaded through tinny cellphone speakers with the shouting of whatever minimally talented poet has become the latest, greatest rapper. At the point where I express my preference for other musical styles, I am usually informed about how old and out-of-touch I am.
The music in Australia has been actual music. We were walking down the street yesterday, and a passing car was blaring Stairway to Heaven. I haven't heard rock and roll guitar blasting out of a passing vehicle in a decade. Wherever we go, it seems we are treated to music with guitars and tuneful singing. The only exception is when we hear some aboriginal music where a person plays a didgeridoo. Musically, that's still a win.
We're just pulling up to the airport, now. We have a two hour time difference and a three hour flight, so we'll arrive in New Zealand five hours after we leave Australia.
Tonight, we are supposed to have a dinner with a kiwi family in Christchurch. It should be a good time, but then again, we always have a good time.
Also- because I always include a photo, and I have no good airport photo to share, enjoy a koala:
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