It was my second trip across the world in as many years, and early followers of this blog may recall my first stint, in which I slept 40 minutes (out of 27 hours) on the way there, and a whopping 4 hours on the way back. Suffice it to say, my parents were facing this trip with some trepidation. But my new addiction to Dora and the iPad (which proved to be a more effective sedative than the black-market drug my parents slipped me) gave them a few more hours of shut-eye this time around. Of course, the downside to traveling as a seasoned toddler vs an infant is that you're more attuned to jet-lag. And I can't lie — it was a bitch in both directions, but reconnecting with my Aussie kin (esp my cousins) made it all worth it. It was an eye-opening journey on multiple levels — from my cousin Willow's 4th birthday party, the most well-organized event I've ever witnessed that ran for 1.5 hrs sharp with not a detail (nor sugar high) missed, to visiting my Aunty Donna's school, where the all the kids had heard about me for months and just ogled and hugged me and couldn't get enough, from bonding with my Big Buba (that'd be my great grandmother) to my newfound fascination with Meblourne trams. (For those who don't know what a tram is, it's basically the lovechild borne out of the union between a bus and a choo-choo-train.)
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