So, it is day 17 of my time in New Zealand and I know what you're all wondering: yes, there are a lot of sheep.
|fabulous outfit at the Saturday market|
|Laurie and I on our wine tour|
I am now staying with Ania's parents on their farm outside of Motueka. I am loving the country experience. The community is pretty tight knit. I've gotten to meet several of the neighbors, which has been wonderful. My favorite neighbor experience was feeding alpacas with an adorably precocious 8-year old while the adults had tea. The Upstills are really into food, which was great news for me. Their garden is huge, and I've picked tomatoes, dug for potatoes and carrots, and picked stink bugs off of lots of plants to feed to the chickens. They also get fresh milk from a dairy farm nearby. I've become a diligent bread and cheese student, following Krys around the kitchen. I've also been introduced to the mysterious fruit that is quince. It is ostensibly the "golden apple" of legend, though I don't know who would want to eat one as they are bitter and quite sour. BUT when you cook them, they turn pink and add a great tartness to sweet cakes, such as the quince-almond cake I made a couple nights ago. It has been getting pretty cold at night, but still gorgeous during the day. And it's not hard to sleep when you pre-heat your bed and pajamas with an electric bed warmer! Yesterday we went to Abel Tasman National Park, which is beautiful.
I am learning a lot about New Zealand (lingo, wildlife, culture, food, etc). For instance, I know to avoid sultanas (raisins) and white bait (a tasteless fish that is considered a delicacy), ask "How are you going?", and laugh at pukekos.
|pukeko or "swamp hen." they are hilariously cheeky|
Soon I'll be off to Bay Subtropicals in Takaka, where I will WOOF for maybe 2 weeks.
*yes, that was a Decemberists reference.