Missing Thursday

I left Regina on Wednesday morning and arrived in New Zealand on Friday. It seems that Thursday has gone missing. I know that I had a lengthy sleep (thank goodness!) during the 13 hour flight from San Francisco to Auckland, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t sleep through the whole of Thursday. Anyway, I’ll work on finding Thursday on my way home—no sense worrying about it now.


I include the photo of the sunrise over Auckland airport— not because it represents beautiful photographic composition or even the most stunning of sunrises, but for the simple reason that I was able to breathe in the exotic New Zealand air as I watched the day begin from a small bench just outside the airport terminal building.

One flight later, I was greeted at Palmerston North airport by my colleague Margaret. She brought me to my motel, treated me to a wonderful breakfast, and then watched me drop over NZ$100 at the local grocery store. My motel room kitchenette is now well-stocked with bananas, peanut butter, jam, bread, eggs, milk, coffee, mustard, pasta, Saint Clair Estate Vicar’s Choice Sauvignon Blanc (one must experience this important aspect of the culture right away, you know), and two boxes of the cereal I forgot to bring from home.