Sam and I went to New Zealand last year. For a complete view of our trip, you’d have to go look at Sam’s post from New Zealand. As well as the snaps from the trip:
And bit from my journal:
“I love to look at tired and worn faces and see people living their lives, trying their best, and content with where they are. Lives occupying small towns, pillowed between rolling hills, shielded by overcast skies, confirmed by familiarity.
There were acres of burned tree stumps, acres of sheep, acres of grassy knowls. And I cried when we left Hobbiton because I wanted to live there and eat second breakfast and always wear wool socks and live on cider and cakes. I imagined I could give up my life to be a gardener. I even think some of the hobbit holes would’ve been my size.
But I think liked Napier the most. Self proclaimed “Art Deco capital;” a small beach town with lovely food, small shops, and buildings with 1940s aesthetic graphic design on their buildings and even their street signs. I felt like I should’ve walked around in pencil skirts
We ate at “emporium” on the way in on our trip and again this morning for breakfast. I had pizza both times, but only because I’ve had a year’s worth of eggs benedict already.
New Zealand, you are wonderful.”
