Foster's, rugby and crocodiles. Not to mention poisonous jellyfish and miles of parched desert. This is what I imagined would greet us as we stepped off the plane in Sydney. Instead we found an international city perfectly placed in the South Pacific. Four million people and a city to rival some of the world's greatest, but in the tropics. So while you were carving up your succulent turkeys, Mark and I were on the beach. And not just any sandy cove, but Bondi Beach, where every inch of sand is covered with locals and tourists with one thing in common...bare chests. Late nights in Syndey Harbor. Discovering local neighborhood restaurants. Fine Aussie wine. Jet Cat rides. Running into an old friend from yoga. We won't bore you with the details. But Syndey was a perfect place
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