Summer leads to more Summer

When our two weeks were up, we piled the car high with our ever growing belongings (we took antique blankets from my Grandfather’s stash) and headed across the boarder into Vancouver. We had managed to score amazingly cheap tickets, and it meant a fun day out before we left.

My lil cousin had apparently never ridden a see-saw before.

We went from nice heat that is the end of summer to the still slightly chilly spring weather of Auckland. But to be honest with you, New Zealand is always cold. Forget everything you know about the Northern Hemisphere that the further south you go, the warmer it is. FALSE. Too far south is Antarctica. New Zealand is also NOT Australia. At all. December is summer and hot, and August is freezing cold. The school year starts in Feb and ends in Dec. Although that actually is more logical than the Sept/June thing.

It was good to be back.

Chris’ friend picked us up and gave us a place to stay for a week.

We flew randomly to the South island on a whim interview and ate yummy food.

The ocean is still there, and beautiful

It was cherry blossom season

And butterflies are always magical

Then we needed to make decisions. We set out for Wellington, and again, the kindness of friends is how we survived. Two weeks at their flat, then two more weeks at their parent’s house. And just in the nick of time Chris landed a job, we grabbed a flat.

That is the end of our current bit of travels. It was fast and crazy and I would not do it again, but it seems to have worked out. I have the leisure to write now, so I guess we’ll see what happens next.

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