So Nina and I have now settled into a relatively normal routine; catch the tram, go to school, go to sports, do some homework.
When we first arrived to Melbourne from a wonderful time in the rugged Kangaroo Island where we were able to hold orphan kangaroos and get up close and personal with the feisty koalas, we stayed in a hip neighborhood of cafes and shopping. We went to the Aussie Open a few times, where my dad and I were able to see Djokovic (now the champion) play Berdych, which was shockingly intense from our seats directly behind the Djoker's entourage (can you say aggressive in Serbian?).
A week later we settled into a great apartment that has a view of the bay and the botanic gardens. We adventured out to "the bush" to get our school T-Bars, which was not our favorite excursion of this adventure to say the least. We also got our school uniforms, which make us look like the newest members of the Barney cult. Our school is completely purple, which reminded us of North Shore Country Day School in a "we bleed purple" kind of way.
After our first week of school Nina and I felt pretty good about the culture shock the international student coordinator promised us we would experience. Our peers could not be friendlier and our teachers have been helpful and interesting. We look forward to learning CPR, discussing and watching old films in our English class, and getting to know the Robin Williams-esque literature teacher. How could it be bad with excellent cappuccinos on every corner and surf schools just around the corner?
