This post is about an ordinary city. It was a rainy November, probably nothing exciting, but being there meant so much. Who could tell that I would ever see New Zealand? But here I was, in Auckland, so far from home. I recall the feeling of saying to myself “I’m in New Zealand, WHATTT” – not like even USA or Canada (those seem closer to Europe somehow), but New Zealand – at the end of the map.
It was just a moment, I haven’t stayed there long enough, but the fact that I have been there was so exciting, like writing my name on rocks and trees (or aloe leaves) “I was here” !!!