This morning we went down to the waterfront to get a few photos and have a bite to eat/coffee.

We stumbled across a little spanish cafe which looked perfect for a blte.

We wandered in & it felt like we were sitting in Spain! Quaint, quiet, staff chatting in spanlsh. A young spanish man in the corner playing on the gultar…

Ironically, its those random little things that make Auckland feel like home. I don’t feel like an Aucklander by any means, but Auckland does feel like home.

Strangely enough, Wellington never felt anywhere like home. It just felt like a ‘passing through’ town.

Off to play with my latest trademe purchase… ttfn.