Today I was planning to clean up the kitchen in the house I was staying, with the intent of making cinnamon rollls at the end of the day.
After realizing we were out of butter, I hopped in the car with the owner of the house, and we popped out to the grocery store down the street. While we were there, we realized that we had missed an appointment to pick up a girl from the airport.
We were about…two hours late. AAAAH!!!
To start on making up for the really terrible communication, we took her out to Mangre Mountain, where we wandered around for a couple of hours.
It was awesome. It was an old Maori fortress, and there were areas where the ground was covered in sea shells that had been crushed into the earth. Apparently the Maori would bring up shellfish and then the shells stayed in the fortress.
There were huge pits in the ground from where the tubers, called Kumara (I think?) would be stored for winter months that were marked by stones in the ground.
It was windy and bright and beautiful.
(Then we got back in the car, we went to the house, and made cinnamon rolls. OM NOM NOM)