Playing Around

Do these people realize how lucky they are? No matter where they go, they can't escape from these gobsmacking views of the blue Pacific. Of course, it's not always blue. Some days it's gray. Others green. Sometimes it is a color that Crayola hasn't found a name for yet. No wonder we haven't had much incentive to wander too far from home base. We see the Pacific everywhere we look. The first time we came to New Zealand, we spent almost all of our time in Wellington and were greatly impressed with its harbor and hills. We visited the shops and galleries and museums and ate in many first-class restaurants and managed to lug a dozen bottles of hard-to-find NZ wines back home in our luggage. This time we're living like the locals......going to the fish and chips shop, waiting for the new pub to open in the village, walking on the beach every day and complaining about those goshdarn southerlies, listening to the sheep bleating on the hills, buying a newspaper at the dairy, and representing all you Americans as best we can. A very good day is going to the playground with the world's cutest grandson, watching him with one eye ------- and the ocean with the other.