Australia, what a concept...


I moved to Australia from the U.S. when I was fifty. The transition looked deceptively simple. After all, I’d visited there a half-dozen times, I knew my way around, and the Aussies speak English—how hard could it be? I quickly found there’s a big difference between being a tourist in a country and having to make a serious go of it. This blog covers what I had to learn the first few years in order to survive.
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Thursday, July 3, 2008

4th of July on June 29th


Had a table selling my book at the American Womens' Club of Perth 4th of July picnic on 6-29, held then because the 4th isn't a holiday in Australia. Australians celebrate Australia Day on January 26, during the southern summer, usually with a picnic and a sky show (fireworks), and consumption of copious amounts of brew and alchopops (fruit and hard liquor in a can which goes down much too easy, but that's for another post).


Met lots of ex-pats at the picnic, young and old, long timers and new comers, including Ken Churn, the US Consul to W. Australia. Many are married to Aussies, others are in WA for work: BHP, Chevron, etc. Others are like me, rat-race dropouts. Nice to see so many Yanks.