Postcards from Waiheke
One year ago, I leapt from Connecticut to New Zealand semi-blindly. I had no idea I would meet a girl online inviting me to Waiheke Island. I had never even heard of Waiheke Island—Waikiki, yes, but this other place, nope. For three months I lived and breathed Waiheke sunshine and island life. It took hardly any time for me to fall in love with the bright shades of turquoise and green coloring the horizon from every direction.
Between May and October, I took off on long adventures around the North and South Islands, bidding my island paradise with a bittersweet farewell. I traveled to Hawaii and the Pacific Northwest of the United States, home to New England where I lived and took micro-adventures as often as possible. Ireland and the United Kingdom are irresistible to me, so I hopped over there for two weeks before flying back to New Zealand.
I have been back on Waiheke Island for three months spending every possible second of daylight with amazing people, vineyard hopping, pizza chasing, and soaking up the sun on the beach. Everything is a potential adventure from a trying out new coffee shop to accidentally stealing a stranger’s kayaks. My blog posts have been sporadic at best, but I am here. I am here collecting moments, experiences, and feelings that will not soon be forgotten. I am writing it all down by hand, for myself and for you.
Here are some snapshots from the last three months!