The train arrived in Adelaide early in the morning. While I slept well, my knee was much more painful than I expected; luckily, at this point in my trip, I could pack my bags in a coma. Still, I had to walk from the back end of the train to the station. It felt odd to say farewell to people I’d only spoken to briefly – so many stories heard and to be heard. The feeling that there is never enough time was intense… I took the first vehicle I could catch – a lux SUV – more comfortable and costly than I needed but I did not have to walk further and I could throw my leg on the seat. From the train station to my hotel was a shortish ride. We passed a beautiful park with odd stone hive like structures (still haven’t figured that out) and the Church of the Holy Trinity – the oldest Anglican church in Adelaide and I thought that I should walk down later to find it again and take a photo to send to my sister. The church name was the same as the church that we grew up with. I was dropped off at The Playford but because I was so early, my room was not ready. I hadn’t had a chance to get breakfast on the train so I figured that a coffee or three with a pastry would suffice – the fabled breakfast buffet was more than I needed. I ended up talking to Dylan, the bartender/espresso machine operator. And once again the subject of the Celtics came up as soon as he realized that I was American and from Boston. He asked about the cost of season tickets and I gave him a number which I thought was about right – I guessed low. He was amazed, since the cost of season tickets for rugby or soccer were much much less. After all, season tickets to the Boston Garden arena cost as much as some people earn in a year and Adelaide Oval tickets seem to be priced to fill the stadium with fans. Dylan kept me supplied with coffee until I got the email that my room was ready. I checked into a very nice room (without a view, but I did NOT care) and collapsed into bed. I woke just long enough to get dinner and cocktails in the hotel restaurant downstairs. They have sweet vermouth and I could drink a well-mixed Negroni! No touring, no photos. Just lots of NSAIDs!