After taking some much needed time off to catch up with classes, work, and loved ones after the loss of a dear friend, I’m ready to get back into regular bloggies about my ever exciting life of travel, competing, and the wonderful stress of becoming a doctor. One of my goals this year is to write more, about anything I feel like writing about. It’s something I really want to get more comfortable doing, and it’s certainly helped with this whole grieving process so I don’t think it will be a hard one to reach. I just have to keep finding super cool things to go and do so I can write about them here. So back to my adventures in Australia🙌🏼. ——————————————————————————-
Whether I’m in Sydney or anywhere else in the world, any day that starts off with honey, bread, butter and cheese for breakfast is a good day to me, which is exactly how I started my third day in Sydney. My uncle took us to a Turkish restaurant called Efendy where we ordered two big platters for breakfast and I almost cried at how delicious it was.
Not really, but it was so awesome. Just look at how beautiful that table of food and tea is😍. I discovered the beauty of pairing honey and butter and dipping my bread into it and I can already tell this is gonna make getting ready for another bikini
competition really hard, but it’s worth the extra cardio. After breakfast we caught a ferry to Manly Beach where we walked around, ate sushi, and I went for my first swim in the land down undah. This area is like Australia’s own little Beverly Hills.
The harbor bridge and the opera house are iconic, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing them.
I didn’t get any pictures of us at the beach because I really just wanted to enjoy it with my loves, but I did snap a quick picture of some camels walking around. Australia has everything, even a little piece of the desert. Ans this cute little guy even smiled for the camera🐫🐪 I just love it.
In the evening my uncle took me to the Auburn Gallipoli Mosque in New South Wales. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the inside of a more beautiful building.
I can’t believe it actually took me 24 years until I set foot inside a Mosque on my own. But at least I can say my first time was in Australia, so that is pretty special😉🙌🏼.
I like to consider myself fairly good at describing the beauty of the places that I visit, but I can’t really put into words the feeling you get when you’re inside. I was in awe. As I maneuvered my way through the beautiful architecture and over the prayer rugs, with bare feet and curiosity, I felt a serenity completely wash over me. It’s so peaceful and calming; for a brief moment of time it’s like everything slows down and all the problems in the world don’t exist. Being there just makes your soul happy.
I always appreciated where I came from, and I certainly always respected Bosna and everything my parents and family members had to go through to make sure we (their kids) had access to an education, safety, and rights that were stripped away from them. But being here, and learning more about my country’s background gives it even more value. It really speaks to what’s important, because when my family lost everything in the most devastating way, they kept moving forward. I think for them, that strength came from a lot of things, but knowing they had each other was a huge factor, and I’ve never felt more loved or accepted than when I’m with my family, and that is something I will never take for granted.