Australia is where I turned 19 years old, and where I like to think some of my most important memories were made. Solo-travelling at 18 and 19 years old only shook me as brave this year, looking back at how naive and young and stupid I was. How could my parents let me go to the other side of the world alone? I must have made an awfully good sales pitch of how responsible and mature I WAS. I love this place dearly, and don't let the snakes and spiders fool you - I think they're a ploy by the Australian government to deter tourists from their magical beaches and landscapes.
