Last week we were supposed to fly to New Zealand. Key phrase, there: SUPPOSED TO. And nothing is a better wake up call (7am) the day you’re supposed to fly, letting you know to hold your horses. Apparently, a house had not been rented for us just yet, and we needed to stay put until one had been confirmed.
But now, we do have a house. And we have a departure date. Hopefully there won’t be a call at 7am on the day of departure. I look forward to no longer sleeping on the solid rock bed in our current hotel, and finally hitting the road.