Rebas' Adventure in Ozzieland

I had such a fun weekend last week. My friends Sarah and Emma (who are housemates) invited me to spend the day in the small town of York. It was delightful. The weekend started with me spending Friday night at their house. I have done this before. I do not have a car and my friends here are all very, very nice and give me rides all the time. And since I met up with Emma on Friday night and was planning to be with them on Saturday morning, it saved all the driving time of taking me back and forth to my house. I really like having friends that I can feel so comfortable with as to causally spend the night and nobody minds. We started out by sleeping late and then having brunch at the Secret Garden Café which we randomly chose and it turned out to really have a lovely garden eating area. After stuffing ourselves with bacon, eggs, mushrooms and grilled tomatoes (I have to say they know how to do breakfast over here) we drove about an hour and a half out of Perth to the Shire of York, a nice little tourist town with a town hall and antique stores and a row of shops that make up the Dog’s Bollocks Emporium (note the painting of the dog on the wall). In this very colourfully named place we found lots of touristy type paraphernalia one item of which we could not resist buying. Our friend, David G. has a very fine collection of T-shirts that he always wears; we bought one to add to his collection. The shirt has a picture of a lemon and says: “when life gives you lemons…keep them; because, hey, free lemons!” We found this very funny and I still chuckle at it. We also went into an old fashion lolly shop (aka candy store) where they not only had Reese’s peanut butter cups but Big Red gum. I had not realized until recently that the flavour of hot cinnamon is another thing you just don’t see over here. Big Red gum, cinnamon bears, red hots, hot tamales, none are to be found! I decided not to buy any as $5.50 is a rather steep price for a large pack of stale gum (the American lollies tend to be stale as no one ever buys them). we went to a small farmers market, bought socks at the last sock manufacturer in Western Australia, and missed viewing the art gallery by 5 minutes (who closes at 4:30 pm anyway?). After that disappointment we drove back to Perth and spent the evening eating Indian take away (take out) and watching a movie with our friend Ali. How perfect a Saturday is that? just my style.