While Mark is busy getting paid to program, I've been keeping myself busy trying to find us somewhere to live. This would be a much easier task with a car, but I'm doing okay on the trams. We've found a few places that are rather nice, including one in Albert Park that I would especially love to call home. Now we just need to convince the landlords of Melbourne that we're desirable, and that the dog we don't yet own is a good idea too.
One more check in Melbourne's favour: We found a good Mexican restaurant that understands that margaritas should be lime, not lemon, and also serves several varieties of good Mexican beers. It's called Bluecorn and it's in St. Kilda. The food is a very yummy Cal-Mex fushion, and, like apparently all restaurants here in Melbourne, they too are fond of the pumpkin.