One of the best parts of living in Sydney is being able to go to the Sydney Opera House whenever we damn well please. We are incredibly lucky to have the bay and it's pretty sailboats bobbing in it, directly behind our house. Throughout the day we can see the catamaran style ferry as it approaches the wharf; she always greets us with a couple of loud, short beeps-- kind of annoying when the kids are napping, but an otherwise enjoyable reminder of our amazing location.
At least once a month we take the ferry, do our thing at the Opera House, hop on the little train for a ride through the Royal Botanic Gardens (which is directly behind The Opera House), then ferry ourselves home.
I know a lot of expats and expat hopefuls read my blog, so this is for you-- and anyone else who just wants to know what kind of stuff goes down in Sydney.
This is Luna Park as seen from in front of The Opera House:
This is how we hang with the big dogs waitin' for our show at The Opera House to be seated:
There are several theatres at The Opera House. A few weeks ago in The Studio theatre, we saw The Casio Brothers. It was just like being at a Swedish Beastie Boys concert, minus the Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey - Brass Monkey - junkie, that funky Monkey.
Oh yeah baby, Swedish rap music for children, wishin' you had some?
What up dawg?
This past weekend there was a free activity in the Forecourt of the Opera House. It was called We Built This City. "Construction workers" doled out cardboard boxes, the kids and their ambitious parents went all out piling them up as high as possible; I would liken it to a bizarre game of Jenga, but even more fun-- if that's possible.
My boys building "the city" in the Forecourt of the Sydney Opera House.
This was our second building-- it was all about the tunnel.
When it was over everyone got a piece of masking tape with a blue tick on it (that's Australian for "checkmark") -- you can only imagine the excitement as we waited for our piece of tape. Wtf?
On our way back to the ferry we usually get Captain Chaos some ice cream so he'll keep his pie hole shut on the way home, that would be our meltdown avoidance tactic-- I know I gots the mad parenting skillz, yo.
Did I mention his ambitions to be the newest member of KISS?