Had a lovely dinner with DDDG and Skiwi. They just returned from New Zealand and were sharing all of their pictures and stories with me. As we were looking through the pictures, there were several lovely beach shots and then we hit a series of photos of Skiwi, with his shirt off – I’ve never seen someone click through photos so quickly. I asked if he would like me to leave the room while he cleaned up the photos, “No need,” he assured me. “We are almost to the most photographed waterfall in New Zealand.”
The first waterfall picture was set amongst lovely rocks and shrub. It was pretty, but nothing truly unusual. “Turns out we took a picture of the wrong waterfall,” Skiwi informed me. “We didn’t realize it until we were leaving the area and saw the signs,” DDDG added. Luckily, they followed the signs and were actually able to see and photograph the legitimate most photographed waterfall in New Zealand. Truth be told, they could have just shown me the first waterfall (which comparing the two photos now, it looked more like a small water line sprung a leak) and I would have never known the difference.
We then came to a picture taken from inside the vehicle, looking out onto a street and what appeared to be a dining patio. “This was really great,” Skiwi excitedly shared details of the picture. “I saw a sign for a coffee shop that provided the driver of the vehicle free coffee.” “Yes, and I sat in the car waiting for him forever,” DDDG said shaking her head. “Please tell me you didn’t sit and enjoy your coffee on the patio while she waited in the car,” I said to Skiwi. He replied, “I had to, they didn’t have to-go cups.” I could tell by the picture and DDDG’s expression, Skiwi’s coffee was no where near free.
As I was leaving we were discussing how nice it would be to not have to return to work after such a snowy, cold weekend. “I took last Monday off because it was Saturday” DDDG told me. “What?” I asked. “I took it off because I thought it was Saturday,” she repeated. “I was in bed, I woke up for a minute and thought ‘Is it Friday? No, it must be Saturday.’ Then, a little while later I woke up again and realized it was Monday, so I just took the day off.” Hmmm, I thought to myself……I see a Saturday in my future.
It really was a good coffee! A ‘Flat White’ that, if paid for, would have cost me $4.50. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flat_white
DDDG didn’t have it too bad. She never sat in the drivers seat during the entire 4000km trip. Something about being on the wrong side of the road….
$4.50 and a Flat White? Totally justified. Technically, based on our driving standards, DDDG was in the driver’s seat the entire trip!
Good call – you are paying attention!