In the run up to Christmas, we felt at odds with our surroundings. The warmer it got, the less festive it seemed. As everyone moaned about a patch of cold, wet weather, we experienced a whisper of what felt more right.
The days grew hotter and the evenings longer. It became customary for us to take our dinner to our bedroom, climb out the window, and dine on the roof – drinking red wine until the sun went down and the warmth left the glass.
At the start of December, we were visited by some friends of traveling past. Olli & Rikka, a Finnish couple we’d first met on Fraser Island in Queensland, and later said goodbye to in Cairns, were passing through Auckland on their way home. Both of our travels had ended for now, although Lucie & I were a lot farther from where we started. It was a nice feeling to catch up with old friends, in a new place, and as if no time had passed. We swapped our amended traveling resumes and toasted our onward journeys. I’m sure we’ll see them again, but in what country or year, remains to be clear.
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