Wellington

Check out the title for this compelling read: (now what would have happened if I'd have washed that lady's windows?) Found this in the Wellington Film Archives. Perhaps they had their media a little mixed up?
Here's Jeremy-ette and Sanhya, two of my hosts in Wellington, the night of their flatwarming.

You can see the influence of my level of maturity from last year. Sita, Sam (the other flat-mate), Shonit and William (I helped with the tatoo placement).

How could I pass by a store with this name and not take a photo? I love fancy pants!

Urban New Zealand dreaming

My dream sky tower- in aqua blue! Taken from the window of a friend's flat. Ok it's fuzzy, we'll call it "artistic." Who wouldn't like that outside? If you're gonna be in the city, may as well have the cityscape.

My dream car- an old orange mini cooper! On the streets of Auckland... I had a hankering for those new ones when they first came out, but nothing beats the original.

Just threw this one in there to see if you were paying attention. No this is not "urban." Rather, it was taken on the drive down to Wellington.

Here is where I record my dreams and other observations... I didn't open it too far, don't want you all to know what I really think. If you can finagle your way into my place and make off with a a few journals, I guarantee you will think I'm insane, but I think you'll laugh a little at least.

My dream day, sitting with a super-strong coffee watching the randoms pass by. Here's Fidel's Cafe in Wellington. It's where a lot of people wear glasses. Very good indications for the health of the optometry profession in Wellington.

In post script--- if you feel like continuing the dialogue...

Today, I met up with three of my former students who are all working in Wellington. I stopped in on two of them at their places of employment and met another for dinner. The thrill of seeing them "all grown up" and looking so professional will bring a smile to my face for a long time. I'm still blown away by them- they will hold a special place in my heart forever. No, I am not crying. Or ridiculously sentimental. Just real.

I also spent a good chunk of time languishing in the sunshine listening to a knit-hatted Welly street musician strum his acoustic guitar and cover all sorts of songs with his ear-cuddling voice.

All-in-all, a most interesting day.

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