How could I possibly begin to describe our time in New Zealand? We came, we surfed, we hiked, we wwoofed, we fought, we made up, we road-tripped, and we settled down. We milked cows, stuffed sausages, picked blueberries, and fed the sheep. We baked bread, ate pie, and met inspirational, remarkable people. We felt the beach with our feet on every coast, in white sand, brown sand, and black sand. We drank flat whites in urban cafes and fell in love with rural New Zealand. We will be back.
Soggy morning chores in our gumboots during a return visit to Soggy Bottom.
Now to find our way back onto Canadian soil, find you and give you huge hugs,