Brisbane_8.26

It's saturday morning in Teneriffe, Brisbane. We live in an old renovated woolstore building. 20 ft. high ceilings, red bricks, dark hardwood floor, and old lived-in timbers. It's a georgeous apartment, something you might find in NYC. If you lived in NYC, you might find this apartment in SOHO. You'd go outside to cobble stoned streets,the smell of NYC hotdogs and that musty NYC smell. If you lived in NYC in the 70's and 80's you might go outside and say, "Hi Andy (Warhol), howz the painting going? The pictures of Marilyn are just fabulous!" or you might go out to a seedy club up in Chelsea, smoky, too many guys in too many tight shirts, girls in short black, red or white dresses in pumps and enormous Aqua Net hairdos, you'd see a girl writhing on a stage singing, "Like A Virgin, touched for the very first time." You'd think to yourself, "This girl Madonna's never going to make it!" Jean-Michel Basquiat would stumble up to you and say, "Man, you got it all wrong, this girls going somewhere, and so am i" he'd slur "Remember Samo" in your ear and stagger off to the bar or a dark corner of the bathroom. Lots of things could happen if this building were in Soho.

But this building is in Teneriffe, Brisbane, in queenesland Australia, far, far away from NYC. Far, far away from Madonna, Andy Warhol, Jean-Michel, the 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's. This is 2006 and going outside at Teneriffe is peaceful. The only stars we see come out on the warm, clear nights! There's no Madonna, but my wife kathryn likes to sing in the shower! (not really, she only sings in the shower in her inside voice)(not really, i imagine she sings in the shower in her inside voice)(not really, i like to sing in the shower with my inside voice.)(not really, i actually sing Madonna quite loud in the shower with my outside voice, but i'd never admit it, except in a blog that anyone in the world can read!)

Anyways, this is Teneriffe, Brisbane, in Queensland Australia. We just had eggs benedict and a "Green Herbal" omelette for breakfast. In Oz, you have a "flat white" --kind like a latte, only better. This is about slowing down, about listening to the wind, about really seeing your baby smile, about holding your wife's hand. This is about smiling on the inside and living now, walking along the river of adventure, kicking back in the kayak and letting the river go downstream until you see a new shore you want to explore.

This is Tenerffe, Brisbane, in Queensland, Australia. The Land of Adventure, and we're adventuring, but for now we are writing in an old renovated woolstore building. 20 ft. high ceilings, red bricks, dark hardwood floor, and old lived-in timbers. It's a georgeous apartment, something you might find in NYC, or something you might find right here, right now in Teneriffe, Brisbane, in Queensland, Australia.

Tommorrow: The beaches of the sunshine coast.