I shall drink for three!

Not really.

Today I met up with Tim's friend Anna-Louise and her husband John. She and Tim met in the 90's when Tim was living in Paris. They were roommates. I heard stories.

Anna-Louise texted days ago and she gave me very precise directions to take the (free) train to Sandringham where they picked me up to go check out some wineries. The catch was, neither one of them were able to drink. They were happy to watch me drink though, which I appreciated. 

We drove to the Mornington Peninsula and I did a tasting at Yabba Lake Winery. I think it might be the first time in my life when I ingested alcohol before noon. 

I considered buying some bottles but did not want to deal with how to get them in my luggage. They did not ship to the US. The next place said they don't ship to the US because the shipping ends up being as expensive as the wine. Oh well. 

We went to Foxey's Hangout for one of those lunches where you pay a flat price and they serve you 10 small plates. They had a nice white which I had a glass of. I don't remember the name of it. The food was interesting. They also served bread with olive oil and pistachios. 

We then went to another winery but only to look at their sculpture garden. This is Montalto Winery:

They dropped me back off at a train station and I returned to the city center.

It was great to meet and talk to them. They were so generous with their time and attention.

On the way back to my hotel, I stopped at a bookstore and bought one (not two) journals. I have no business buying a journal. I have so many. But they are so colorful and pretty and I only got the turquoise one, not also the purple one, so it's not that bad. I'm sure I won't go back and get another one tomorrow.

I did explain to my mother today that Melbourne is not great for souvenirs, I am sorry to say to all the people who will not be getting nice things from Melbourne. 

At this moment, I have been back in my hotel for about an hour and a half. I discovered why the hat I'm knitting was not coming out right (because I was doing it wrong) and I unknit and reknit a few rows for the second time. And I am trying to figure out if I should get room service, because I have not eaten in several hours, but I am also not hungry, but I should probably still eat something.

Life is hard.

Tomorrow is my last day. I already had the concierge order a cab for me. I don't know if I'll post tomorrow since I'll likely be aimless. But who knows, maybe something interesting will happen.

Thanks for reading.