January 16th: The Sydney Opera House |
Journal Entry:
The Islamic Poet
Today officially marks the day my class was over. I wanted to get the rest of the class done though so I headed to a local coffee/bakery shop in Sydney called De La France and worked on my journal for a bit. As I was working on the journal at De La France a beautiful 14 year old Islamic girl from the area of Pakistan came over and somewhat nervously asked what I was doing. I was in a sketchbook and on a computer typing away so she was wondering if I was doing some form of prose or poetry. I told her what I was doing and she seemed interested but in a rush. She was here in Sydney for a poetry meet up that was international and focused on advocacy from the middle east which I thought was the coolest thing ever. She was headed to catch a plane home after the poetry meet and I bid her goodbye. That must be a very cool program though, a Pakistani Muslim girl travelling the world to make poetry with a group and talk about their culture with the world.
The Sydney Opera House
Toward the end of the evening the group met back at the hotel to have our last dinner and see the Sydney Opera House. The house, I can positively confirm is one of the greatest monuments to architecture and it got me giddy and excited like a 9 year old being in its shadow.
The Opera House was designed to look like a wave and a mountain. It was designed with a dramatic scene, and a beautiful sound in mind. The white crests looked just as a large wave has when I first saw the ocean as it peaked out of the way. The building seems to envelop you in the steps leading up to to the white crest of the wave looked more and more dominating as if you could capsize.
Today officially marks the day my class was over. I wanted to get the rest of the class done though so I headed to a local coffee/bakery shop in Sydney called De La France and worked on my journal for a bit. As I was working on the journal at De La France a beautiful 14 year old Islamic girl from the area of Pakistan came over and somewhat nervously asked what I was doing. I was in a sketchbook and on a computer typing away so she was wondering if I was doing some form of prose or poetry. I told her what I was doing and she seemed interested but in a rush. She was here in Sydney for a poetry meet up that was international and focused on advocacy from the middle east which I thought was the coolest thing ever. She was headed to catch a plane home after the poetry meet and I bid her goodbye. That must be a very cool program though, a Pakistani Muslim girl travelling the world to make poetry with a group and talk about their culture with the world.
The Sydney Opera House
Toward the end of the evening the group met back at the hotel to have our last dinner and see the Sydney Opera House. The house, I can positively confirm is one of the greatest monuments to architecture and it got me giddy and excited like a 9 year old being in its shadow.
The Opera House was designed to look like a wave and a mountain. It was designed with a dramatic scene, and a beautiful sound in mind. The white crests looked just as a large wave has when I first saw the ocean as it peaked out of the way. The building seems to envelop you in the steps leading up to to the white crest of the wave looked more and more dominating as if you could capsize.