In and around Hawke’s Bay: beaches, port, cliffs, cycle paths, black swans, Cape Kidnappers, wineries, the bay.
In New Zealand we are spending a fair number of days at the Tomic ranch. Here we are meeting the sheep with Auntie Chris and Lydia, being photobombed by Joe, making friends with the chickens, and enjoying the pool with Uncle Allen and Lydia.
The blues and greens of Auckland.
fresh, clean air the ability to communicate effortlessly with almost everyone whole grain breads (seriously, Asia: why the obsession with white bread, and white bread only?) not being immediately recognizable as a tourist before I even open my mouth. the possibility of perhaps being alone somewhere poached eggs for breakfast brushing my teeth with water straight out of the tap a complete absence of temples to visit