| Melbourne Cricket Ground |
After a long day of studying Friday (not really, I'm having a very hard time getting motivated) I went back into the city on Saturday. Mahreen had told me last weekend in the Grampians that she had not been able to explore the city yet. I couldn't believe that since we have lived 20 minutes away for 3 months now, so I told her I would take her around. We started at Queen Victoria's Market because she wanted some souvenirs, and well I just love the market. My favorite part is all the food vendors, so we ate there for lunch. She loved the boreks just as much as I do, although neither of us know what they are or where they come from. We just agreed that these meat or dessert filled pastries are amazing! After the market we walked to the MCG. The walk from the market to the MCG goes through the part of the city I've spent most of my time, so I don't get too excited about it, but Mahreen was loving every minute of it. It made me realize how lucky I am to be living in such a cool city!
| I may have seen this view a hundred times, but the trees are turning color now and it's beautiful! |
I spent Sunday doing what I've done almost every Sunday in Australia (or at least every Sunday I've been at Monash). I walked into Clayton (about a 40 minute walk) to get apples at the fruit market (it's fall here, which means apple season!) and other groceries at the supermarket. Then I go to church to practice with the choir before Mass (yes, they forced me to join the choir even though I am possibly the worst singer ever). Usually I walk back to my dorm with Arch for dinner, but since it was Mother's Day all my Catholic friends and I took Arch out. Arch is finishing up her masters here at Monash while her husband and 2 little boys are back in the Philippines. We knew she had been missing her family a lot lately, and we didn't want her to be alone on Mother's Day. We went to Glen Waverley, for Asian food (surprise surprise) which I think was Chinese this time. I never really know, I just eat whatever they tell me to. Luckily, no feet this time.
I had so much fun not doing any work during the weekend, that I decided to extend the weekend into Monday night. I have heard so many people talk about Footy here, and I loved watching it on TV Saturday, so I was super excited to go to the big Monday Night Footy game with my Australian Idol class. My professor's team, the Carlton Blues, were playing the St. Kilda Saints at Etihad Stadium, Melbourne's second largest stadium. We usually have "Uni" until 6, but we stopped at 5:30 so we could "make a start" and join the "heaps" of people heading to the "Footy." (That's just a sample of the new vocabulary I've picked up here) The whole train was filled with fans decked out in their Carlton and St. Kilda scarfs, jerseys, and hats, but even with all the people we were able to walk up to the box office and get about 30 tickets no problem, and they were only $12 each! I'm going to try heading up to Lambeau next season for a Monday Night game and ask for 30 $12 tickets. I'm pretty sure they would just laugh at me.
The game itself is a mix between soccer, basketball, football, and rugby. That's about the best way I can describe it without showing you. It is so fast paced. The players are flying around kicking and "hand balling" the ball to each other and trying to score a goal (6 points for kicking the ball between the inner goalposts) or a behind (1 point for kicking the ball between the outer goalposts). I watch an unhealthy amount of sports, so I was able to pick up pretty quickly. I have to admit, it makes American football look pretty slow. We stop after every play for 20-40 seconds, but this game is nonstop for 30 minute quarters! The crowd was just as interesting as the game. We were up in the highest section where I think the true fans sit. Fans were complaining about every call the umpire made (an universal habit I think) and randomly shouting "Ball!" No one, including the Australians I was sitting next to seemed to know what that means or when you're supposed to say it, so I randomly yelled "Ball!" too just to fit in. I could say it whenever I wanted, and people would agree with me. I still have no clue what it means. I asked another one of my Australian friends today, and she thinks it means you want your team to pick up the ball, which is the whole point to the game so why people feel the need to remind their team to do it is beyond me. The other thing that surprised me was the amount of fighting between the players. Before the first "bounce" the teams started pushing and shoving each other, and it never stopped. One guy got his jersey ripped off, and another time I was watching the ball on one part of the field when the whistle blew and play stopped. I asked the Australians what happened and they said that one guy punched the other team so they got a free kick like it wasn't a big deal. It was worse than hockey!
| Mahreen Jess and I at the Footy |
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