


A journal of our year-long teaching exchange to Australia
When we got home, we were happy to find out that the local ski hill had reopened after having been closed for at least 7 years. We are not really avid skiers, but do enjoy the sport, although not enough to make us want to drive really far really often to ski, like some of our friends and relatives do. This ski hill near us (a mere 5 km south of town) is really just perfect. I learned how to ski there when Rachel was little - every Sunday afternoon myself and a few of my girlfriends would take to the slopes with our instructor (small town, she was another friend!) and ski. We took Rachel once or twice when she was about 4, and John tried snowboarding, but when the ski hill closed, that was it.





We made it safely to Toronto after our late night flight from LA and our morning flight from Detroit. We had no trouble getting through customs, they didn't even look into one bag, and we were out of there within half an hour. We had some family members meeting us at the airport, but we got through before they arrived and so we walked out to no smiling faces and waving arms, just the emptiness of thinking, "geez, we've been gone for a year and no one's even here!!!" My brother soon turned up, and my mother, sister and niece (Sophie was keen to see her girl cousins again.)