Surfer's Paradise and Byron Bay

The first day and night spent in Australia was spent in a city called Surfer's Paradise. We got to our hotel mid afternoon, and after so long traveling we were all pretty tired. From our balcony at the hotel we looked over most of the city and could see a smidgen of a bit of the Ocean. Around 5:00 we decided to have a small nap to help us survive until bedtime and stave off some jet lag. Rosy didn't wake us up until midnight, and then she woke up her usual amount until about 5:00 in the morning when we got up for the day. We decided to head to the beach to see the sun rise over the ocean. It was unfortunately a cloudy day, but that didn't stop us from thoroughly enjoying some quiet time at the beach at 6:30 in the morning. Rosalin was such a good girl, and we were able to run through the waves and take some videos. As I was splashing my fingers in a small wave as it returned to the ocean, I failed to notice a larger wave coming in which went half way up to my knee and soaked my shoes, socks, and jeans. I learned my lesson though, and I will only wear my flip flops from now on.

On our trip down to Alstonville where we are currently living we stopped in a little hippie town called Byron Bay. This place is full of little shops and dread locks. An interesting thing we noticed there was that none of the cars wait for pedestrians to cross the road, even for us with a stroller. We had to run in between cars and try not to get hit which was harder than you think considering we still hadn't figured out which way the cars were going to be coming from. We spent a little bit of time on the beach, but had to leave earlier than we wanted because life is somewhat dictated by Ros at this point. We did, however, get to see a sad man in his twenties throwing a frisbee out at the ocean and trying to catch it himself as it came back in, poor guy didn't have any friends to play with.

We finally arrived in Alstonville thanks to our GPS (named Destiny thanks to Papa Wallace who made sure to point out that it was because she got us to our Destination) and me constantly telling Spencer "LEFT SIDE, LEFT SIDE". We're at the point where we have driving on the left hand side down, but we worry that other people are going to forget that they drive on that side and run us over. Stay tuned for our adventures at church which I shall write word for word from a journal I started during sacrament meeting. You should be excited for it...Love to all.