Yesterday I went to a meeting in Brisbane with Bear and our friend, Ann. Thanks to clear roads and brilliant weather, we arrived with an hour to kill in a part of the city we’d never explored. So we locked the car and went for a wander.
There’s something rather wonderful about exploring a city on a Sunday morning. It’s strangely quiet and peaceful, and the only people around are locals on their morning run or making a quick nip out for coffees before the day starts.
It’s a serene time to see a place that is usually jammed with cars and people making quite a racket.
Life in Brisbane is so different than my life on the farm, and I find it quite fascinating to mosey along streets lined with towering apartment buildings, smart cafes closed for the weekend, and billboards featuring items I grow a few meters from our back door.
Hidden among the swathes of concrete are tiny gardens and clusters of trees, potted palms and precious stretches of real grass. Seeing them is like spotting old friends in a crowd of strangers. They make me smile.
At last we find a restaurant that is open. It’s housed in a rather grotty hotel whose dining area is a baffling mix of faux Turkish detail and Dr. Seussian Christmas decor. It’s ghastly and I love it. It feels like I’m traveling again, especially when the European girl serving us can barely speak a word of English and thoroughly messes up our order. I’m so delighted I can’t stop smiling and Bear just shakes his head in wonderment at me. Thankfully the decor and service is no reflection on the food. My latte is perfection and the hash browns delectably crisp and piping hot. I’m a happy camper.
I find it inspiring to go places I’ve never been before, to see different ways of doing things. It jolts me out of my comfort zone and makes me think about why I do what I do. I wouldn’t choose to live in the city, but I do like visiting it. Very much indeed.
How about you? Are you a city person? What is your favorite city to visit?