Going to the Opera has never felt easy for me.
I have landed in Sydney, Australia and immediately upon arriving last Thursday, I booked my schedule with activities to help cope with the jet lag. Activity #1: Running. On my trail I passed the Sydney Opera House where I saw a sign for Madama Butterfly. If not now, when? I questioned. On my first night, on my first time in Australia, I took myself to my first ever Opera! Earlier in the day someone warned me of the “flying foxes” that circled around the Opera House at night. Cute little foxes that jumped and frolicked through the night, or so that is what I wanted to believe. “Flying Foxes” are not cute furry foxes that want to snuggle. They are megabats that are native to Australia who live close to my hotel. “But don’t worry,” says the concierge “…they only eat grapes.” I quickly found out that the Madama Butterlfy performance did not actually take place at the Sydney Opera House but just a quick walk through bat-ville (aka the Royal Botanical Gardens). Wearing my highest black pumps, bats flying overhead and the sun quickly setting into the full darkest of dark nights, I stormed across the park in fury. Why does the Opera have to be so hard? So dramatic?
While it was torture to get myself to the Opera, both physically and emotionally, I finally made it. After nearly 3 hours of the emotional ups and downs of Madama Butterfly I finally began to understand the practical joke the world was playing on me that night. Nothing amazing, truly amazing and full of unique experience will ever come easy. Whether it be a 15 hour flight, a walk across bat-ville or a 3-year long wait . . . nothing comes easy. But sitting through the Opera, despite the journey it took to get me to that moment, I felt pure bliss. Between the dewy mist of the outdoor amphitheater and the broad and beautiful views of the Sydney Harbor, anything and everything in the world seemed to disappear during that time.
I’m in Australia! Wow.