We are back in New Zealand for a few weeks, arriving just in time for a sunny and windless Wellington summer (how very unexpected (but perhaps it is over already)). Italy is already feeling a trillion miles away, rather than the 40 hours of travel time it took us to get here. Over the last two years I have adjusted to understanding very little of the conversation taking place around me, then suddenly it seemed the most ridiculous thing to be explaining that my boss doesn’t speak English so we don’t really chat.
We spent our first weekend over the hill in Martinborough, where we roasted away the remnants of our jet-lag with 30+ degree heat. It feels good to be home!