Mother's Day in New Zealand was not Motherless.

Cristina and Robin joined us for the Cadbury factory tour.

Well we survived a week straight of Bikram Yoga. You don't understand real, hard out sweating until you've lived this. I have been mistaken all my life. I thought that I sweat a lot when I run or play soccer or get uncomfortable. Wrong. I sweat a LOT when I am in a 95 degree room with 35 other people, who are all trying to bend and contort, and look back, way back, lean back, back back, MORE BACK.

Yoga spiritual revelation?, probably not. Did it help us figure our lives out? I have to think so. Tickets have been purchased, plans are starting to be made, and we are getting to a point when we are thinking non-New Zealand travel thoughts. Who would have thought this day would come?

Life in Dunedin, NZ has been amazing. Anna is working the mornings away at a hotel downtown and I've got some hours as a support worker for a 19 year old woman not too far from where we're staying. There is a lot of relaxing and internet-researching too. (Facebook stalking, trip planning, emailing, trying to catch up on some world news we have neglected the past 8 months. EIGHT MONTHS. well thats sure a long time.) We have hit up the Cadbury Chocolate Factory Tour, loved Liam and Audrey, gone on a few driving adventures, we used to try and find Jackie work but have since given up, been to quiz nights, caught up on both Glee and Lost (probably about 25 hours of television catc

h-up), yoga-d enough to hold us over until India, seen a museum or two, Anna has been concentrating most of her efforts toward hair growth, and many nights have been spent bullshitting over wine with the fantastic Colleen and Paul.

Here's a picture of Anna's full head of hair to keep everyone updated.

Miss you all.

Jackie and Anna