

Queenstown, New Zealand
It's not America. This is the first startling fact about this holiday. After seven consecutive trips to America in just over three years, it feels very strange to me to be overseas and NOT be in America. My wonderful Dad drove me to the airport. Well, I drove, he took the car home. I was ticked at myself for forgetting to bring my complimentary Qantas Pub passes and began my usual "I'm sure I've forgotten something crucial" routine. It wasn't the passport or the...