Spring in Canberra
Mostly gorgeous week here. We had temperatures up to 30 degrees, which makes it nearly ten degrees warmer than Barcelona a couple of weeks ago. The difference? In Barcelona everyone dresses for summer. In Canberra a lot of people dress like it’s mid-winter. People are weird.
We booked a group family trip to Thredbo in the Snowy Mountains this week. We’ll be going over New Year. It will be summer here, so hopefully the mountains won’t be too snowy at that time of year!
Yesterday the highway between Canberra (as in Australia’s capital city) and Sydney (as in Australia’s biggest city) was closed because of a bushfire. We knew people who had to turn around and come back to Canberra.
Just after winter.
We also had the hottest September day in history, and they are predicting a catastrophic bushfire season (yes, here “bushfire season” is actually a thing) for us. But – hey – climate change doesn’t exist…?!
Floriade is in full swing, but I haven’t been this year (so far). I really need to go earlier one year before half the flowers have died!
Adele Astaire, stage star and sister of her movie star brother, Fred, was born in Omaha, Nebraskaon the 10th of September, 1896. Her birth name was Adele Marie Austerlitz, but the surname was changed to make her sound more “American”. As a child, she and her brother moved to New York to attend the Alviene Master School of the Theatre and Academy of Cultural Arts.
Three years Fred’s senior, Adele was actually the more successful stage performer of the two siblings. However her brother went on to find Hollywood fame, and while Adele considered moving into film, she abandoned the plan, admitting to being intimidated by her brother.
Astaire married twice (her first husband died in this thirties), and had three children. She was considered the more personable of the two siblings.
She died in January of 1981, at the age of eighty-four.
Well, the heavily-armed police who have been out since the Barcelona attacks are gone, but now we suddenly have all these defensive bollards disguised as decorative trees at the entrances to popular tourist spots.
Until the weekend, everywhere I’ve been in Spain has had national police officers with assault rifles standing in the middle of pedestrian areas. Today, the local police are back – sans scary weapons – but new, disguised barriers are in place instead.