bondi dreaming

Do you ever have moments when you return back to a place that you’ve been to once before, perhaps on a trip that make you pause? A feeling of familiarity or déjà vu, as if it’s hard to distinguish that particular trip from the trip before? I visited Bondi Beach years ago, on a trip to New Zealand that was bookended by a hop over to Sydney. While that trip was short lived (only a handful of days really), I remember visiting Iceberg’s at Bondi Beach and falling in love with that afternoon. Normally a bustling spot for lunch, we happened to luck out, with little to no crowd, the whole restaurant practically to ourselves. We ordered oysters and wine...