My Last Day in Perth

The final day of my trip arrived too quickly! But Lelle and I weren't about to let that get us down. As soon as we woke up we grabbed Shaz and went up to Eni and Johno's to learn how to crack a stock whip. Lelle, being the pro, taught me well. It took me several tries, but I soon got the hang of it. It's quite fun actually. I did it so much that I made my arm sore. While we were doing that I finally heard a Kookaburra laugh! I was scared I'd leave Australia without hearing it. So I was very happy to hear that. Then Lelle and I went to the orchard and picked some Mandarines. The chickens thought we were going to feed them so they attacked our feet. The the Mandarines were worth it! After that we went back to Lelle's to make another batch of cinnamon rolls since they were on high demand. Kyla, Jess, and Brian came over to help us make them. After much hard work, we enjoyed the delicious outcome of our labour. Of course, this time they were a bit undercooked. Oops. I left the recipe in Australia, so they can perfect the art of making cinnamon rolls. Shortly after that I had to say my goodbye's to Jess, Brian, and Kyla. Lelle and I had a little time to kill before I had to take off for the airport. We were still not talking about me leaving. We figured denial was a better approach. When the time came to say goodbye to Lelle's parents, Keith and Jenelle, my heart sank. I had fallen in love with their family. So much so that they feel like part of my family. I don't know when I'll see them again, but I look forward to the day! Jenelle and I have a joke, or I'd like to think of it as someday becoming a reality, of meeting up in Paris. My dear Aussie mama - Here's to meeting in Paris!