Last Day in Sydney

We were starving. We hadn’t eaten a descent meal since LA, when my aunt and uncle prepared us a glorious meal of chicken, salad, bread, hummus and vegetables. We dreamt about the deliciousness of this meal for days after consuming it. Each time we went to a restaurant in hopes of satisfying our hunger, it was either closed or was not as filling as we needed. Apart from being extremely expensive, the food was never exactly what we were desiring. We craved Italian food. We yearned for it. The thought of spaghetti adorned with tomato sauce, cheese, and chicken haunted our every step. We needed to eat.

We searched around online and eventually found a restaurant that had decent reviews, so we set off to find it by foot. It closed at 2:30, so we left the hotel around 1:15 hoping to grab a late lunch. I had jotted down a few directions on a pad of paper, but they did little to help us navigate through the city. We finally stumbled upon the main street we were looking for, but upon asking people around us where we might find the side street where the place was located, it appeared that no one knew anything about his or her surroundings in this city. Thankfully, we found a map and soon after we found Bill & Toni’s.

When we stepped in the café, we were immediately very confused. We stared at the menu, and realized there was no pasta, no lasagna… no real Italian food. Disheartened, we turned to leave and walk the streets to find somewhere else to satisfy our pasta craving, when a sign caught our eyes: “Bill & Toni’s- upstairs”. We ventured up the stairs, and were greeted with the magnificent sight of a man downing some spaghetti at a small table. This was what we were looking for.

We seated ourselves, and a waiter soon brought over bread, water, and a pitcher of what appeared and tasted like Tang. We ordered, and then feasted on Spaghetti, meatballs, and chicken parmigiana.

We walked back to the hotel, happening upon a large cathedral and Hyde Park in the process. 

Not really sure what's going on here.

Little boy: "Mom! The turtles have water coming out of their mouths!"

The Australian Sebastian

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We stopped and took pictures for a while, before finding a cupcake bakery and indulging ourselves in the deliciousness back in our room. As the sun began to set, we ventured out to the wharf, where we walked to the opera house and took some more pictures.

The Opera House... in Sepia

A couple that apparently had just gotten married was out by the opera house, taking photos in the freezing weather. The bride was in a strapless white dress, which looked beautiful but afforded her no protection from the icy wind coming off of the water.

Our last night in Sydney ended early in preparation for the long day of traveling ahead of us.