|Amazing breakfast concoction by Lis|
A quick overnight in Christchurch, then to the airport at 6AM. Flight to Auckland. Almost 8 hour layover. Flight to L.A. (12 hours). 3 hour layover (including a minor minor meltdown, it wouldn't be international travel without it, but I have nothing, absolutely nothing good to say about LAX Airport or its incredibly unhelpful employees). Flight to Chicago. 1.5 hour layover. Flight to Columbus. And 37 hours after first leaving my accommodation in Christchurch, finally home. All of those flights, except for the last one, sitting in cramped middle seats. Quick naps here and there, but no real quality sleep. It was, in one word, brutal.
|Expected industrial parks, not horses and mountain views|
|Nor did I expect to find a trail. Only in NZ|
|Just another random pool, but it gets picture mention because it was the only pool, of the 37 I've used, with free entry.|
And then came this >.< close to a complete melt down in the grocery store when I just couldn't find the chicken broth. I wandered around, completely zoned out, confused, on the verge of tears (over chicken broth!), suddenly so exhausted that I wasn't sure I was going to be able to complete this shopping expedition. I contemplating curling up for a nap in the produce section. It took me about 20 minutes to find that damn broth. When I got home, I slept for almost 4 hours.
As for the driving, left-side, right-side thing. They say it takes 21 days to form a habit, and I had more than that in New Zealand to get used to left-side driving. I did OK today with the switch back to right-side, had only one wrong-side! moment, and that was in a parking lot so no harm, no foul. But I've had to focus REAL hard. I've accidentally turned on the windshield wipers instead of the hitting the turn signal multiple times. And here's the funny thing....in all of my time in New Zealand, the one thing I could never get right was approaching the car on the correct side, as in the side where the steering wheel sits. I lost count of the number of times I tried to climb in the passenger side. But now that I'm home, I'm still screwing it up, trying to get into the car on the side where the steering wheel would be in New Zealand. I am so, desperately, in need of sleep.