Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

You know, Lord, it's been quite some years ago, but turning the calendar page was a reminder of that special time we traveled with a tour group to Sydney, Australia - it was winter up north where we started but they were coming into summer down south.

Crossing the International Date Line is unique: skipping a day and going down and having two Thursdays coming back. Temperatures there were around 80 degrees, flowers blooming and the beach teaming with folks in all sorts of attire (or none at all since it was a new nude beach!]

Food was interesting - especially pavlova, a dessert! One gal insist...