So we set off for a long weekend to do what we do best: an eating and walking exploration through the many many districts of Melbourne. Some edible highlights included incredible Pho at Lam Lam in Northcote, a latte and a long black at the serious espresso establishment Gypsy Hideout, baklava in Fitzroy, a pupusa at the Johnston Street Fiesta, a $3.50 pate banh mi in Little Saigon and hard to find whisky and bourbon at The Woods of Windsor.
It was warm in Melbourne and I won’t deny the lure of wearing a sun dress more often than I’ll most likely have the chance to do in Hobart. But ultimately the pull of water, mountains and lush forests was calling us back to Tasmania. To off-set the big city perks we miss out on, my totally doable project list now includes making my own Pho and kombucha and we bought a few new T’s and bangles to make us feel hip again. My morning ride along the coast with a view of Mt. Wellington beside me, stopping by the neighborhood butcher for some local lamb and sipping my coffee while looking out on the harbor are the daily treats that we enjoy in Hobart. At least for the moment, that’s exactly why we are happy to call Hobart home.