O Kate, when you return
Of your travels we will learn
Of how much you were burned
Of whether there were ferns (were there?)

Though we already know much
Because of technology and such
It means more to touch
The kangaroo you're bringing me for example.

And Skype it's so grand!
Seeing people in distant lands.
Pixels smaller than sand,
But still just Pixels, oh man!

When you're back in the States
All your friends will celebrate
You will set up lunch dates
And declare, "My name is Kate!"

KATE is indeed her name.
The woman of towering fame,
Though many are named the same
Only one is true KATE (I exclaim!)

This was a poem written by Carolyn Lusch and sent to me for my birthday. I just thought I would share it with you as I leave Perth for my next adventure. Less than 24 hours before I see my daddy and brother in Cairns.

I don't know if I will be able to con my dad into paying for internet, so you might not be able to hear from me until I am back in the States on July 4th. But I shall try to keep you all updated, and if not, I will post blogs about my final adventures, including from this weekend, which I got to spend with Tyler.

Signing off until we meet again,
Kate