Here in NZ it's actually no longer christmas, it's boxing day. Which is the day after Christmas (hello captain obvious). We just heard on the radio that its gets its name from a tradition in the old days where the rich people would box up gifts for the poor people the day after christmas. Intereting huh?
I spent christmas in The Sand House....which was literally in a sand trap on the end of a spit in Otago Harbour, Dunedin - south island NZ. The road to get there was out during high tide: it was the definition of remote. And awesome! on one side of the house is the harbour where we dug for "cockles" (or clams in American [real] English) and on the other side was the open ocean. The passage through to the harbour was scary small on the map and looked impossible to get through without hitting bottom. But big cruise ships got in just fine. Digging for cockles was some serious fun....though I wished it had been more challenging. The organism we were up against wasn't exactly trying to escape. A struggle would have been nice, but we managed to still have fun and boil us up some clams with both Christmas eve and christmas day dinners. Can't really ask for more than that.
Here are some photos from the Sand House and Christmas! I hope it's not too cold and snowy where you all, but if it is, have some hot cocoa and enjoy your company. I miss my family but got to skype with them today at the internet cafe. Mom, Dad, Ian, Grandma Myrna, and aunt Michele. So Merry Christmas! And I'll be seein' ya
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