This weekend we had the pleasure of hospitality from the Hull family at their country home in Dargo, Gippsland. We traveled three and a half hours outside of Melbourne, through pastures, plantations, mountains and up a windy dirt road to a beautiful home that looked like it had been plopped down in the hills to survive on its own. Along the way we spotted an assortment of wildlife that had ended up as roadkill, wombats and kangaroos. As we drove up the side of the mountain a kangaroo hopped (literally they hop) by, leading to all the americans to scream in excitement. Later we proceeded to eat kangaroo for dinner, most likely this poor guys brother. The house is surrounded by walnut and plum trees, with a river running down the side. We collected wood for a bonfire while Bethany's father prepared sausage he made from one of their cows. Later that night, we lit a massive pile of wood, trash and mattresses on fire, drank wine and taught some of the older generation Aussies how to play beer pong. We wrapped up the weekend by shooting rifles at a can, all of us missing except for Lizzie, who's aim is terrifying. Seriously, don't give her a gun. It was so nice to get out of the city for a weekend and be in the fresh country air. Except Australian country is actually country. It is the bush land with nothing and no one for miles except for wombats and wallabies and kangas and roos. Back in rainy Melbourne we have a week left before SHannon leaves to give everyone in SF hugs from me. Meanwhile, I have to start looking for another job, because under my visa, I can only work for the same employer for six months. Its going to be an exciting transition and Im looking forward to experiencing something different. Did I mention I'm not coming home yet....