Tonight the stars are out, the moon illuminates my keys and there's a sweet Summer breeze at my back. Yes, I've returned home,
and I'm no longer sure where home is.
That I miss New Zealand is an understatement. This means that I will return. For many reasons.
I'll list a few here:
Where else but New Zealand do you find a polite reminder to curb pollution, set in stone?
Where else does garbage look so appealing? New Zealander's take their waste very seriously with common reminders on waste bins such as, "can that be recycled?"
Public art is playful and found everywhere!
A book exchange in the midst of one of the most highly touristed sections of Auckland, located in a shipping container, no less!
Here's what I'll do when next in Auckland:
* Get oriented at the top of Mt. Eden (this helpful dial points in all directions, near and far)
*Take a plunge in the salt water Tepid Baths
*Exchange a book at the Viaduct Harbor book exchange
*Feed a red-eyed gull (even though I know I shouldn't)
*Forget the time at Albert Park
*Peer through a tiny window to the world outside
*Visit the giant, fiberglass squid
*Witness industrial ingenuity in action like this rolling bridge at Viaduct Harbor
*Drive one of those funny little cars on the left.
*Bungee jump off a stone tower in Albert Park (just kidding!)
