Aussie Aussie puns! Oy oy oy.

Sometimes, when a man loves a woman, and a woman loves that man, and that man happens to be Australian, you get to go to Melbourne for a month on holiday.

So we’re going Down Under where Men At Work can sing freely along with the kookaburra as they dance the Waltzing Matilda until the kangaroos come home (I could do this for hours so I’m going to just stop right here).

It’s officially a Passover family visit but I can’t say I’m not looking forward to getting my backpack on for the first time in – gasp – 3 years.

Here are some of the destinations we’re thinking of exploring as of now:

Melbourne (Husband’s hometown.)
Great Ocean Road (Finally, views that aren’t page views! Inside work joke, I guess.)
Phillip Island (Penguins! Seals! Kangaroos! Koalas! Rodents that are actually cute!)
Barwon Heads (Who else can say they are doing Seder at a place called Barwon Heads?)
Chaddy & Dandenongs (I swear I didn’t make this up.)
Tasmania (I’ve been waiting for this my whole life, or at least since I loved WB cartoons.)
Sydney (Not so excited by this one; they compare it to New York City. Commence laughter.)
Hong Kong (The ultimate day-and-a-half stopover on the return flight.)

We’re leaving in about 2 weeks and staying for a little under 4. We’re sacrificing an Israeli experience of Yom HaZikaron (we’ll be somewhere in the air) and arriving in the wee morning hours of Yom HaAtzmaut.

But with everything in Israel the way it is these days, I’m not ashamed to say that I’m ok with that.






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