On a hot afternoon after college, with another hour before I had to pick up the kids, I drove directly to the beach from Wellington, and slipped on my swimsuit in the parked car. I walked barefoot along the hot sand path through reeds and grasses down to the shore, dropped my towel as I … Continue reading Waves
We honeymooned in Rome. Just four days. We visited the Colosseum, the fountains and steps, and explored ornate basilicas. We ate mountains of pasta and pizza in gorgeous cafes and restaurants. We caught a good long look at Brad Pitt filming Oceans Twelve. And, of course, we visited the Vatican. The Vatican was a highlight … Continue reading The Vatican
I drove to Napier with my hands painfully gripping the steering wheel. I rarely tow my caravan, and my head was full of images of it wobbling and jack-knifing, coming unhooked and crashing into the car behind, and somehow dragging us to our deaths off the road as we passed through the gorge between Shannon … Continue reading At last, an adventure… (part two: Napier)
‘Adventure’ used to mean skinny-dipping on remote Fillipino islands, trekking on a plodding, muddy elephant in Chang Mai, or climbing the mountain adjacent to Machu Picchu in Peru (we got lost). Now, with two wee ones, it means a trek into Wellington to watch The Wiggles. For those who don’t know about The Wiggles, they … Continue reading The Wiggles!