Now between getting sick in Warnambool, stuffing up our Eildon booking (my boo boo) and catching colds in Marysville, we were all set for 5 perfect days. Not so fast. Day before, car decides to call it quits - is the universe trying to tell me something?? Well f&*k you, I'm not listening.
|Still crap at taking selfies!|
The city is famous for the Eureka Rebellion, the only armed rebellion in Australian history. As such, Eureka is interpreted by some as the origin of democracy in Australia. The rebellion's symbol, the Eureka Flag, has become a national symbol and is held at the Museum of Australian Democracy .
Settled into our home for the next few days and enjoyed lunch and a stroll around Lake Wendouree (pronunciation noted - Wen-duree, not Wen-dow-ree). That evening, noodles clutched in hand, Aitana and I set off on our Ghost Tour amongst the beautiful Gothic architecture, through underground buildings, back alleyways and through the remains of the old Ballarat gaol, the site of the highest number of executions in Victoria outside of Melbourne. No ghosts, but our guide, Mr Keating was a charming chappy and full of interesting, albeit slightly gruesome stories. Survived "Fight Night" as the night when the tradies all break up for Christmas is so called.
|Dinner at Meigas was muy bueno|
|Emi whipping up a fine gravy|
Christmas Day we had decided to volunteer. So off we set at 9am and got to work. After all the prep, greeting people and serving up, we sat down and had lunch and a chat with the guests. A wide range of people from families, to couples and plenty of people on their own. Finished around 3.30pm, tired, but very rewarding and humbling - we are truly blessed. Might need to make this a new tradition.
|Do yourself a favour and go and see Coco!|
Bittersweet memories as it was the last place we travelled to with our beloved Lucas earlier in the year. But blessed to be able to spend Christmas with my Sweetie-Pie, Aitana and my Lola the Explorer.