When I think of New Zealand

The first Kiwi I ever met in the flesh I fell fast in love with.  Something about his easy laugh, his rugged jaw line and the dark tattoos on his arms were suggestive of the faraway place he came from, that place very few know anything about.  Before meeting him, I’d only heard of New Zealand in passing; a vague, remote place existing without so much as a nod from the rest of us here on Earth.Prior to meeting my kiwi, I didn’t have much experience thinking about New Zealand and like … [Read more...]