Tomorrow, we are getting in the rental car and driving up to Auckland, where we’ll board a plane for LA. And, after almost a year, we will be leaving New Zealand. I have never enjoyed the departure section of airports, but I do love the arrivals section. It’s not really adequate, but I guess it sums up our feelings now…
Before we go, though, I wanted to say thank you to a few people who have made our year here the fantastic experience it was. They are a pretty varied group, but they all, through their kindness or help, made an impression.
To Dawson, Lee, Gretel, Frankie, & James; Andy, Tonya, Tom, Sam, & Annabelle; Alan, Deb, Nina, & Levi; Jason, Liz, Ethan, & Amelia; David, Belinda, & Liam; and Monique – thank you for befriending us, looking after us, and sharing your holidays with us!
To Ann & Michael; Carol; Dave & Fleur; Sharon & James; and Andy – thanks for thinking of us and opening your homes to us!
To all the students and staff at Kaka Street Special School and to the students and staff at Otumoetai College’s Special Needs Unit – thanks for giving me a purpose and opening your classrooms to me!
To all the staff and patients at Tauranga Hospital and Grace Hospital – thanks for your kindness and trust!
To Lindy, Russell, the staff and our neighbors at Anchorage Apartments – thanks for making our home a comfortable one!
To Ihaka, Jaap, & Robbie – thanks for your patient teaching!
To Razia and the local branch staff at National Bank – thanks for helping us sort out our kiwi dollars!
To the unbelievably kind staff at Bin Inn, Mount Liquor, Col’s Butchery, The Copy Shop, and The NZ Post Shop – thanks for your friendly smiles, good suggestions, and assistance!
To the editors and authors of Lonely Planet – thanks for astoundingly good advice and reliable recommendations!
To the friendly people who offered a welcoming smile when they heard our accent and wanted to know more about us – thanks for your kind interest!
And to you, dear readers – thanks for sharing this year with us!
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A few days of wine and whine
We decided to take one last trip before we flew out, so Monday we drove down to Hawke's Bay. The area is known for its wines, so we spent the day driving around the countryside, stopping at a few wineries, and having an unbelievable platter at a cheese makers. That night we had a delicious meal at a stunning winery, Mission Estate, the oldest in New Zealand. Tuesday was sunny and beautiful, the first clear skies we've had in a few days, so we wandered the ocean front's rocky beaches and browsed the store fronts on Marine Parade. I was anxious to get back and continue packing, though, so we headed home mid-day.
This is where the whining came in. After an hour or so of carefully stacking shirts, pants, shorts, sweaters and everything else into ziploc bags and squeezing all air out of them, I was congratulating myself for having gotten a year's worth of clothes into my suitcase. It was then that the painful realization struck. There was no room for my shoes. Both Cory and I had thinned out our wardrobes, and I'd even been so brave as to whittle down my shoe collection by a few pairs. Looking at the jam-packed suitcase and, alongside it, a long row of shoes, shoved me into crisis mode - which, in my case, is a lot like intensive whining.
The crisis was averted when quick-thinking Cory promised his nearly-in-tears wife that she could ship home a box of cold-weather clothes, leaving room in her suitcase for her shoe collection. So that has been added to our to-do list, which includes other exciting tasks like closing the bank account, picking up the rental car, turning in hosptial id's, and cleaning out the frig.
We fly out Thursday, July 9th, just two weeks shy of our year's anniversary here in New Zealand. Hard to believe...
This is where the whining came in. After an hour or so of carefully stacking shirts, pants, shorts, sweaters and everything else into ziploc bags and squeezing all air out of them, I was congratulating myself for having gotten a year's worth of clothes into my suitcase. It was then that the painful realization struck. There was no room for my shoes. Both Cory and I had thinned out our wardrobes, and I'd even been so brave as to whittle down my shoe collection by a few pairs. Looking at the jam-packed suitcase and, alongside it, a long row of shoes, shoved me into crisis mode - which, in my case, is a lot like intensive whining.
The crisis was averted when quick-thinking Cory promised his nearly-in-tears wife that she could ship home a box of cold-weather clothes, leaving room in her suitcase for her shoe collection. So that has been added to our to-do list, which includes other exciting tasks like closing the bank account, picking up the rental car, turning in hosptial id's, and cleaning out the frig.
We fly out Thursday, July 9th, just two weeks shy of our year's anniversary here in New Zealand. Hard to believe...
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