First things first, church and fellowship and food.

It was so nice to be back. Like coming home. Almost like I had never left. Except...people kept asking me where I'm from. I attributed my changed accept to the fact that, in order to e understood overseas, I had to talk a lot slower and enunciate. As one puzzled gentleman in Austria said, "I understand English. Just not her English."

Ah the joys understanding every word said in church and being able to talk freely with as many idioms sprinkled amongst my conversation as I wish.

Then it was up to the Ponsonby Food Court. My list of food I wanted to consume whilst in Nz was looong. I had 7 years of catchup. I greeted chicken laksa like a long lost friend.

Later, we caught up with some other friends. Bubble tea, conversation and sun at the Aotea Square.  Good times.