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A Little Slice of Heaven

When we first dreamed of coming to New Zealand, we envisioned ourselves in a camper van cruising the islands and stopping where we fancied.  After some real research we realized that a campervan with 8 people was fairly impractical (most are made for 2-4 and some for 6 people) and that we would need to buckle down and actually plan places to stay each night.  I’m so glad we did as we have met and interacted with the loveliest people and have stayed in the most incredible locations.

What would our New Zealand trip be without meeting people like Sally and Phil at the SheepOut?  Sally made sure we had a perfect Sunday morning with another round of feeding the animals and plenty of breakfast supplies.  Luke and Phil even helped to procure a dozen eggs from their hens.  We loved the feel of living on a real little farm and participating in a small way in the acts of daily living.


The children were devastated to leave, but we had to get off to church in Dunedin for which we still arrived at late!  When your two year old learns to say, “Mommy, are we late?” you know you need to get your act together!  After having the intimate experience of two branches the kids were not excited to go to a ward, but it was great to interact with a large variety of members in the University Ward in Dunedin.

Luke not so reverently playing tag outside the church with his new friends-

From town we set off in search of our home for the night on the Otago Peninsula.  We had splurged a little for the home on the estuary because it looked beyond gorgeous.  Thankfully, we were not disappointed.  A little hedgehog greeted us in the driveway and perfect endless sweeping views of the ocean estuary met us from every room of the house.  The peninsula is known for its amazing walks and tramps and its plethora of wildlife.  I tried in vain to convince anyone to go on one of those strolls for a Sunday walk.  I even tried to tantalize them with the fact that rare penguins are found in a few of these spots at dusk.  No dice.  No one wanted to leave the chairs on the patio of the house.  “We aren’t going to find a better view than this one, ” they insisted.  Defeated, but content, we settled in for an evening of reading and relaxation as the light danced from the setting sun across the water and onto the hills beyond.  It was a little slice of heaven.

A box of toys and a room full of books also added to the appeal-