Fortunately, the universe is teaching me a couple things:
- LAX to AUK: I expected to be seated next to a giant with tiny hands and smelly pits. Instead, I got a three-seater to myself and slept like a horse-tranquilized log-baby. Yay no jet lag!
- Even though I predicted and prepared for these things to happen, my baggage was never lost, my box of American tampons never stolen. (Why did I pack American tampons? Doesn't New Zealand have menstruating women? I'm glad you asked. Yes, there are menstruating women here. But they seem to be subsisting on applicator-less tampons, and I'm not at that Europeanish level of intimacy with myself.)
- I found a super cheap hostel with a decent rating. I expected bedbugs and Japanese tourists galore. I don't know which would have been worse. (Just kidding! Bedbugs are clearly much worse. And there are no Japanese here either, so, double score!) Instead, I pay $10 a day for a rousing group of alcoholic Scots (redundant?) and a Canadian or two here and there.
Lesson learned? Expect the absolute worst and the universe will always always gift you with something a little less worse! (i.e. Canadians = a little less worse than bedbug-infested Japanese tourists.)
In all seriousness:
- I love Canadians. And bedbugs.
- The air here is delicious.
- The sky is closer to the earth here, and moves faster than what humans should consider normal.
- The stars are brighter.
- The cheese is cheesier.
This place isn't paradise, but it would be...if you were here with me.
Love love love,