Last weekend, we headed up to Forster. I’d wanted to check out the oyster farms there, and the much lauded lakes with waters so still that they are a perfect mirror of the sky overhead.
As it turned out though, we didn’t spend much, if any time, by or on the lakes. And as for the oyster farms, we only stopped by a shack to slurp up a dozen oysters in the dusty parking lot.
Still, we had a whale of a time (sorry, couldn’t resist). On a whim, we signed up for a whale watching tour. And did we see some whales! So stoked, even now, thinking how close those majestic creatures sidled up alongside our boat.
Mid-week, we caught Don Carlos at the Sydney Opera. Sadly, we weren’t very taken with the production. With the exception of Rodrigo (Jose Carbo again! We heard him the week before as Germont in La Traviata, and then, as this time, he stole the show) and the king (Ferruccio Furlanetto, whom I’ve loved hearing in Ernani, Simon Boccanegra, and Boris Gudunov). We weren’t very taken with the singing from the rest of the cast, and felt that they seemed too careful, too static. Even the stage directing seemed very blocky. But what do we know – all the reviews we read online heaped on lavish praise. Ugh. I miss the Met. And the Lyric – especially as this next season looks particularly exciting (Bel Canto! Pearl Fishermen!)
Speaking of the Met though, we will have a chance to catch a production this year! Il Travatore with Anna Netrebko (and hopefully Dmitri Hvorostovsky if he’s given the clear from his chemo)! Haha, at literally the last minute, we’ve managed to push back our August 1 flight tickets back Stateside to later this year.
And speaking of Stateside, my coworker asked me today where I considered home. Chicago? Or Singapore? Thought about it a bit, and then said, Sydney now. Which makes a lot of sense – there’s really nothing tying us to Chicago anymore (apart from friends and some wine). And as for Singapore, I haven’t lived there in years, and Jeff hasn’t before. So that’s really our home either. I guess, at the end of the day, it’s where we both are, which reminds me of a conversation I had with my aunt years ago, when I asked her the same question.