After a long, but breathtaking bus ride we arrived in Wellington, New Zealand. My first thought was, “It’s freezing!” My second was that I knew I would like this place. Wellington is nuzzled into an almost perfect harbor at the southern tip of New Zealand’s North Island. Houses, universities, sports fields and restaurants are all built along the sides of the mountains.
You get the feeling that Wellington is more artsy and bohemian than Auckland. We went to craft fairs, farmers markets, food tastings and art galleries. After living in New York, you kind of feel like you have seen it all, but it was so refreshing to see art, crafts and food that I have never seen before
We ended up spending most of our time in galleries, shops and eating.
A reoccurring theme in Wellington is its passion for coffee. We read somewhere that Wellington would marry coffee if it could. Albert drinks long blacks (a tall espresso) all day long. I dabble with a flat white with soy (think latte) from time to time.
After a couple days of gray, cold weather, we woke to a wonderful sunny Sunday. It was then that I understood just how glorious and beautiful New Zealand could be. The water was calm, sailboats were on the water, the waterfront was booming with markets and people. It was perfect. I heart you, Wellington.
*In case you missed it, you can check out the first stop on our journey here.