The library was about 2 blocks from our apartment so it was a perfect distance for me to go while (Aussies would say 'whilst') still recovering from surgery. We walked past the 7 Eleven on the corner. Then we passed the little Hamilton post office. Beyond that was the new retail construction site that was recently just a parking lot. We were always surprised how Brisbane had so much new construction going on with a dozen cranes on the skyline.
We crossed the street to get to the library, and that's when it started sprinkling. So we all ran to the safety of the library door, happy that we made it before getting soaked. The kids, familiar with this surprisingly small library, instantly spread out to stake their claim on books while I headed to see if the next book in my historical fiction series was available.
I had never heard of baby chinos before coming to Australia, but that may be because neither my husband or I are coffee drinkers. That is next to blasphemy in Australia because these Aussies take coffee culture to a whole new level. Sometimes you have to do as the Romans do and just embraced it. So we did.
In case you are like us and don't know, baby chinos are a tiny cup filled with the milk froth that would normally be in a cappuccino. It is like a little coffee without the coffee. Then they sprinkle the top with chocolate and serve with two marshmallows on the side. The Aussie marshmallows are different than what we have in the States, but the kids still ate them after several exploratory squeezes. At the end they were smiling with chocolate noses and powder-covered hands. Morgan was sure to thank the waitress after she introduced herself and told her that she was 5. Then, as if on queue, the rain stopped and the sun came out, so we headed home. Thank you, Australia, for another day of memories.