(video) American English vs. Aussie English, part 2 :: Getting ready for kindergarten

kindergarten/prep
Kinder/preschool
Arvo/afternoon
Capsicum/bell pepper
Rock melon/cantelope
ring/call
call/visit
Overtake/pass
casual/temp
flick/turn around
robe/closet
Footpath/sidewalk
car park/parking lot
French fries/chips
Que/line
Feeling crook/sick
Plait/braid
Cutlery /silverware
Gastro/stomach flu
Tomato sauce/ketchup
guillotine/paper cutter
Whipper-snipper/weed wacker

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Food Down Under

A lighthearted post so you can feel like you’re here visiting us.

Let’s start with bread, shall we? Yum. The Aussies love love their bread. Free-standing bakeries galore as well as in grocery store.

All sorts of deliciousness.

Flies off the shelf. (Especially when you shop at the end of the day.)

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Speaking of “you snooze you lose” in getting to the grocery store, hope you have a plan B for stir fry tonight.

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Oops, a plan C?

Back to bread, I think it’s most amazing because it’s fresh and no preservatives.

Read: goes bad quickly.

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Delicious.

Even if you bite into one thinking you bought a chocolate twisted pastry.

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And it turned out, unexpectedly, to be Vegemite.

Other things they — and now we — love.

Dips. You’d think this county was constantly preparing to host a Super Bowl party with the dip-age options.

But seriously. They. Are. So. Good. And combos you’ve never had before like spicy sweet potato and cashew.

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Cheese. And about 59 kinds of fetta (feta). Likely because of the huge Greek influence. If I remember correctly, I just read that Greece is #5 on the list of current immigrants.

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This translates to amazing options for Greek salad and souvlaki. And lots and lots of hommus (hummus).

And ample opportunity to spot cute Greek grandpas meeting over coffee at the shopping center.

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In addition to the grandpas, you’ll see lots of this:

Screen shot 2016-02-24 at 2.41.56 PM.pngThree generations having a coffee together. (Makes me miss my mom and dad afresh–they were here for 3 weeks in December.)

Coffee.

It (or tea) is part of most Aussies’ “morning tea” ritual. It’s a ritual where the world stops a bit–even if just to walk to the office or home kitchen and brew it (or grab one at the shopping center while making your almost-daily trek for fresh groceries).

And pause.

Oh coffee, how had I never really understood your true deliciousness before? (Thank you, influence of Italian immigrants on coffee culture here.) And the way you, oh coffee, cause me to pause?

Even Lizzy knows my delight. When I play restaurant with her she’ll ask me, in her waitress voice, “A standard latte with one sugar?”

Yes please.

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Then there are things they love that we’re not quite…in love with yet. Christmas plum pudding, just like the song.

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Two things.

  1. This pudding is so heavy. I had no idea.
  2. It was $67AUS (about $50). Glad it’s on sale!

In the near future, we’re hoping to do a funny video of Aussie words I thought I knew but didn’t.

Here’s a fun example.

I say hundreds and thousands and you think, dollars.

How about the Aussie word for sprinkles?

Isn’t that the perfect description, though?

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One more thing to grab before we leave Coles (one of the main grocery stores).

I need some family underwear, where would we find that?

Oh, aisle 15. Perfect.

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The faces of Australia

We celebrated Australia Day with the masses in Dandenong, another suburb of Melbourne, about 15 minutes from us.

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I love that these are the faces that surround us. These are the faces of Australia.

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Are you like me and surprised that Australia’s fabric involves so many countries?

We’d love for you to pray with us for these beloved people, made in the image of God, for relationship with Him, but who–for the most part–haven’t responded to Jesus’ offer of abundant life.

Yet.

What a picture of what Heaven might look like with all of these tribes, tongues and nations represented!

 

From Wagga Wagga to Wollongong

I love the names in this country. Part British. Part Aboriginal. 

And pretty obvious which are which. 

We are headed to Wollongong, about 2 hours south of Sydney, for the conference for all our Cru missionaries in the country. (About 150 of us).

 

We drove 5 hours yesterday from home to Wagga Wagga. I think a new, needed phone app is one that would calculate how long it will take you–in reality–with small children. And where to stop for toilets and wiggles and dinner  when you are navigating a country you haven’t traveled before.  

 

Thank you, Euroa. Your tiny town provided a place for dinner when we thought our only option would be the local–and sad–little IGA. (Yes, just like at home.) 

The town hotel that making more of it’s money from Pokies (gambling) than from overnight guests offered a Thursday night special of Parma and chips (chicken Parmesan and fries, a staple here).

I’m still trying to figure out how Aussies do meals on the road because most cafés and takeaway (takeout) places that pepper towns all close about 3…or 5, at the latest. 

By the number of parks and rest stops and propane BBQs offered as we drive, I’m thinking they really do pack their cars on trips to picnic and cook in the parks way more than Americans. 

So, grateful for God’s grace as I’m still learning how life works here.  

After staying overnight at a Big4 campground in a tiny modular-home-type cabin (like a KOA) in Wagga Wagga, we were off again. 

After a play at the playground. 

 

4 hours more to Wollongong. Or wherever that non-invented app would tell me. 😃

The landscape still surprises me. It’s like I forget how unpopulated Australia is, with the majority of people living in two handfuls of coastal cities–mostly on the east coast.  

Lots of ranch land and sheep and horses. And open space. It’s beautiful.

  

 

We just stopped for a lunch break at Gundagai, a town that seems out of the gold rush days. (A huge part of Australia’s history.) 

A burger with the lot (everything, including fried egg and beet root–sliced beet) a very Aussie lunch.  

  

Pray for us?

  • For us to have receptive hearts to whatever God would say to Scott and me during the 5-day missionary training/refreshment time
  • For 4 college interns who are coming to serve at the conference. There is a great likelihood that some might join the ministry after graduation and our (Angie and 2 others) recruitment team is thrilled and looking forward to lots of face-to-face time with them.
  • For the kids to settle well into the kids’ camp provided. And for new buddies who love Jesus