Quarantini, Rocks on the Side...Or Out the Window
Back by popular (Nana’s) demand! The series of entries I feel inclined to write only when I am not touching United States soil. Thank you to everyone who followed my adventures, escapades, and any other label that you see fit, in and around New Zealand. Well, actually, you didn’t get to read about the “around” when friends and I visited Tasmania. That unfortunately came after I abruptly stopped writing and got caught in the staggered “goodbyes” as everyone began to leave the country after final exams. That, of course, was just over three years ago (time flies!?), so my apologies for only addressing my blog abandonment now. I have been continuously reliving and taking myself on mental vacations to NZ by reading and rereading my blogs over the past few years, so thank you to all who encouraged and demanded (again, usually Nana) those writings. Anyway, if you would also like to relive my time in Aotearoa, here’s some light reading for ya. Print it out; put it next to the toilet. I might....