With so much to do in Australia, it's almost hard to believe I spent 4 hours today - get this - ice skating in a suburb of Sydney. Although the average bear wouldn't consider ice skating a traditional Aussie sport, I went along with some coworkers and we indeed had a fantastic time, with a ton of laughter, which to me is the definition of a fantastic. While skating along, I couldn't help but think how surreal this experience actually was. Similar to those indoor downhill ski slopes in Dubai, or seeing Pandas in a zoo in Washington DC - it just didn't seem quite right. Sure, my body was in the rink, skating around in circles, a familiar activity, reminding me of lumbering around on skates, lugging around an over-sized hockey stick in a flooded backyard - with really no clue what I was doing. (To me, and apparently the rest of the world, ice skating isn't quite one of those "natural" activities. To this day, I'm really not quite sure humans were meant to waltz around on ice with razors attached to their feet.…