Our goodbye hugs lasted far longer than our usual airport hugs and the tears flowed more readily and much longer. And when the flight to New Zealand hit some turbulence half-way across the Pacific Ocean, I thought, "Well, that's why we hugged for so long. My plane is destined to go down."
Silly, silly, girl. What a misuse of imagination.
|Hey, New Zealand, thanks for the welcome rainbow!|
My host, Grace Bower, picked me up at the airport and gave me a driving tour of Auckland. The city is on the narrowest part of New Zealand's north island, an isthmus with harbors on each side.
|The compass on the top of Mount Eden in Auckland.|
Proof of how far I've come...so far.
|That dip is a volcano crater. And that city may look like Seattle, but it's Auckland.|
|I made Grace stop the car so I could snap this shot. My first pie sighting!|
|And this was my second pie sighting. A bakery with all these savory hand pies.|
Pie, it seems, is New Zealand's most popular form of fast food. (Not counting McDonalds.)
|Sister Wendy gives a tour of the Art Institute of Chicago.|
|I studied the map on the wall inside the fish and chips shop while we waited for our food.|
|Grace Bower and me. And our fish wrapped in paper.|
The place was takeaway. Carry out. To go. (Funny, all the nuances of the English language.) And given we were one block from the beach, we opted to have a picnic by the sea. But this is New Zealand. In winter. It is sunny for five minutes. Then in rains like hell. Then it's sunny again. Then another rain shower. Sun. Rain. Sun. Rain. Sun. Rain. It goes on and on like this all day, all night. This climate would make me insane. But Kiwis grow up with this weather. They're a tough bunch. They don't seem to even notice the rain. And I saw a few people wearing shorts, even though it was 50 degrees. I didn't want to seem like a wimp, so I ventured to ask Grace, "Isn't it too wet to eat outside?"
We had our picnic in the car, parked at the beach, watching the waves like we were at a drive-in movie. We were looking east -- toward LA, the place I had just come from. Only 24 hours earlier I had been at my parents' oceanfront apartment, looking out over the same ocean, looking west, toward this spot where I was now sitting. Eating fish and chips. In the rain. With my new friend Grace, whom, until now, I only knew through Facebook and phone calls.
Utter disorientation? No. Utter marvel. And utter joy. And utter gratitude. I had a warm and loving sendoff from my parents (as well as from other family and friends), a safe flight (speaking of marvels, jet travel still amazes me!), and a warm and loving welcome on the other side of the Pacific. If this is any indication of how the rest of the journey is going to go, I'd say I can put my imagination to better use going forward. No more worries. I'm off to a very good start. Now to go make some pie!