We are approximately 12,450 miles from New Jersey, half way round the earth. The farthest point away before we actually get closer.
Guess who's emerging as the social butterflies of this little bobbing cork in the rolling sea? We seem to be young enough to add punch to the dinner conversations (we can still follow a single train of thought) for the 85-90 year old GGs (Globe-trotting Geezers) and we're the eldest of the boomers adding wisdom and decorum...NOT...The truth is that Dad remembers everyone's name and their tee shirt and hat logos. Whatever it is, our little phone is ringing and we finally feel like bonefide socialites! Go Figgur!
On to Hobart and the Tasmanian Devils (Tazis, as they're known in Australia...drop the ending and add an "i" to make almost anything Australian)...we'll have a barbi tonight.
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