After 3 long days of tear shed and heartache, we finally received the keys to our dream home! We had come so far: literally moved right next door, approximately 15 feet away from our hostel. With the new set of keys, came a new sense of responsibility. We were officially grown ups/head honchos/the big cheese(s)/top dogs/the big bosses of the 7th floor, so to speak. Having once been members of the "Frat Castle", we felt as if we were moving into the sorority pad of our greatest desires. All of the excitement had gone to our heads, and we had forgotten about our new "roomies" and our lack of internet. Internet was crucial as we both are very popular people. I mean we obviously needed the internet to create this blog! DUH.
We decided the best approach to finding internet was to split up and attack the three closest cities. Divide and conquer, if you will. Lauren and Charlotte (our third bestie) set off on a leisurely stroll towards Bondi Beach in search for internet. Rachael walked to Randwick alone in search of the prize so she could Skype her needy boyfriend ;). Marc, the dude with the blowdryer and questionable amounts of gel in his hair, went off to look for wifi in Sydney's business district. Who would find the internet first??
Smelling the roses with the ocean breeze at our backs, Lauren and Charlotte relaxingly walked towards Bondi with not a care in the world. Dressed in leather boots and jeans, they were totally unprepared for the six mile hike and the mountainous landscape. As the hot flashes kicked in, we realized we would not make it to Bondi. After three hours of seeing the same body of water from different angles of the mountain and taking pictures of the same damn blue ocean, we were SO over this. Climbing up a large hill, we ran into an Australian flight attendant. Creepily hanging out of the second story window of the local apartment buildings, he began to tell us the best way to get back to where we started, Coogee Beach. Spitting out what sounded like a million words a minute, we puzzlingly looked at each other in utter confusion. All we knew was that we had to hike up to St. Catherine's Cathedral. We asked that she keep us in mind in case we did not make it. Upon our surprise, a woman who was friends with our new flight attendant friend, offered us a ride. We were psyched!!!
This woman was the bomb. She had lived in Paris working as a model and had moved to Australia after marrying a Kiwi. Not the actually fruit, but a man from New Zealand. On a high from her great trip with Charlotte, Lauren called Rachael. The second she heard Rachael's voice, she knew that she had hit her low point. You won't believe what happened next.
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