Our grandchildren are growing up much too fast for my wife and me to be sitting on our bewtocks, so in a few days we are off to New Zealand again, this time at a more favorable time of year. It will be late summer when we arrive, a far cry from the chilly, wintry weather that greeted us the last two times. The trees will be leafed out and more flowers should be blooming other than winter pansies. And—again—I will have to adjust to driving on the left side of the road, a transition that left me exhausted and hyper-edgy on the last trip. But, there is nothing in the world that surpasses the spectacular beauty of this island nation.
As a bonus, a week-long layover on Oahu, which we haven’t visited for three years running now, awaits us on our return flight home. Island paradise and ono kine grindz.
Two totally different environments in under three weeks. Return visits, both of them. Déjà vu, all over again.