Crazy cross walks

So I wasn't in the right place. I mean, I was, but Paddy's Market is below Market City, the huge shopping metropolis I wandered into. Unfortunately, it only runs Thursday - Sunday so I'm out of luck until next weekend. Now that Chris has started working, there's less time for exploring the city, so the past few days consist of quick morning workouts (we are still on our 'Bondi-bod' kick) Special-K breakfasts in front of the TV watching the Australian Today Show and not much more. He heads to work at 8:15 and I spend my semi-employed days doing laundry, checking emails, paying bills, etc. Boring stuff. We did wander to the 'Real World' house the other day, and I am totally embarrassed by my thrilled reaction to seeing it in person. I tried to act cool so that no one would know I was American. We are getting used to the city, and I finally know my way around the CBD and outlying areas. It's funny how quickly you get used to certain things, like the sound you hear when it's time to cross the street - it's like the beginning of a laser fight from Star Wars and makes me laugh every time. And at intersections like at Pitt and Market, all traffic stops, and people walk any direction they want, including diagonally. It's hilarious. But now, I'm totally used to it.