The charming and quaint City of Sails, nestled between the Waitemata and Manukau Harbours, where the bus driver went out of her way (literally) to help me figure out where I was going and where a tour of the Maori artwork at the War Memorial Museum unexpectedly reminded me of the story poles of the First Nations peoples of the Pacific Northwest…
aka, the place where I realized that I left my camera battery and charger on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
I feel like Auckland and I went on a speed date and I definitely want to see it again.
But as lovely, light and sweet as it was, I had promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep…ed.
I teared up when we touched down.
Like a reflex.
And then again when I made it through Customs (which was a total breeze I couldn’t believe how easy it was).
After all these years, all the planning, all the work, the nagging and the doubt and the wondering if I was ever really going to do it…it actually happened.
I was here.
Let’s do this.