At
the last minute, Justin and I decided not to go on to Queenstown, the hub of tourism in the South Island. We did not go kayaking. We
did not go bungee jumping. We didn't even hike to a glacier. We did
see a lot of sheep. We did have “hokey pokey” - the icecream
flavor that seems to be a national favorite. We did wind through a lot of small towns and villages.
We
spent our last two New Zealand days (very happily) in Dunedin, at the
McKinlay house with its mismatched gift-hangings evidence of their
family's love spread over oceans and races.
Primary-school
Catherine didn't understand what her friends' parents meant when they
talked about the Asian Invasion. She was excited about the new
classmates who would become her friends.
We
experienced well the hospitality they've practiced 'til it's part of
their family culture.
Come
in, it's soooo good to see you again. Would you like a cup of
something hot? Biscuits? Where are you staying tonight? (We thought
we'd just find a hotel downtown somewhere). Well, why don't you just
stay here? We've got plenty of beds. I'll just go make up the beds
now. (And when I did go to bed later, a sign on my pillow that read,
“Welcome Holly. We're glad you're here.”)
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