Melbourne was the saddest “see you soon” that I’ve had in months.
Those words were the only ones that I always say every time someone asks me on how my Melbourne trip was. The last time that I was this attached to a place was during my trip in Amsterdam. This city (same with Amsterdam) was once my dream place and when I finally set foot on it, I felt like I was adopted by a home that I must leave anytime soon.
Melbourne Music Week then stared my journey here, too bad I wasn’t able to see Stella Donnelly live, because my flight was delayed for an hour. Anyhow, the Lunch Box session with The Ocean Party and Party Dozen was really a great experience too and I applaud the St. Paul’s Cathedral for being a part of the growth in the art industry inside this world. I try not to compare, but I’m not even sure if this will ever happen in the Philippines.
Melbourne Music Week at St. Paul's Cathedral and its parking space
Melbourne Music Week at the State Library of Victoria
What I love the most with this event is that everyone’s involved, the cathedral was involved, trams, event halls, and yes, even a state library! I was lucky enough to see Charlie Owen at the State Library of Victoria, his classical music filled the every corner of the books that are screaming to be read.
Besides the city’s diverse music, Melbourne is also known for its incredible art scene. From street arts to amazing galleries, this city is a place for messages that wanted to be heard and also for histories to be relive in. I even remember being inside the gallery of The University of Melbourne and seeing different pieces that brought me closer to death, I am not sure how to describe my whole experience there, but that was the nearest one that I could think of. The University made me miss being in an art school–the beautiful differences inside gives me a great insight on the interpretations of the things that we cannot see.
The Book of Mormon at the Princess Theatre was my main stop on my second day in Melbourne, this was one of my impulsive yet great decision in my life, and yes, it brought out my love for blasphemy (sorry religious folks, I still believe in the higher power though religion is really not for me) even more. To our religious readers, forgive the last part, but this is truly one hilarious show, though you will need to have your open-minded self on this one.
Right after the show, I then decided to walk further and visit Naked For Satan, which I could say was a great thing to do. It might not be ideal for some but seeing the homes and being immersed with Fitzroy’s culture is something one will love in his/her stay in Melbourne.
Just a quick recommendation, yes, don’t miss Naked For Satan’s rooftop bar once you go to Fitzroy, the people are lovely and drinks are not that pricey as well! Also, I was lucky enough to eat discounted Pintxos which are really good! Might do a list of places to eat so stay tuned.
The day that followed felt like one indie film scene, indeed, St. Kilda provides that type of beauty. I first started to explore the Jewish Museum because of the Amy Winehouse exhibition that simply made me cry. Amy was the reason on so many things in my life, she’s amazing and she’s dearly missed. Not only did I felt closer to her but I got to learn some Jewish stories that is undeniably strange for me. In this moment, I would love to thank the museum’s manager for welcoming me into their home.
The St. Kilda Beach was then my next stop and all I know was in that moment I knew that this was my dream in the past. The market, the relaxed people, the penguins, the park, and the theatre (yup, a theatre near the beach!). All those felt so unreal for me and just like a movie I wanted to rewind it all over again.
Colours, more colourful things then added in my final week in Australia during the time that I visited the Brighton Beach Boxes. The water of the beach in there might not be the best, but the cute houses just pulled me to stay for hours in there. They gave me serenity that made me write things to take note of for this letter. It helped me digest all the information and stories that I’ve encountered. Brighton made me say that I will come back to Australia in a more contented state of mind.
This is the end of my Australian journey, it seems so fast with all the letters, but I would also love to keep some memories to myself. For now, it was the best two straight weeks away from home.
I’ll be back, Australia.
P.S. The reason for the title was when I arrived in Australia the Jacaranda tree near the home of our family friend was still in full bloom and when I was about to leave it’s already starting to fall, which signifies that spring is finally over.