Wanaka Rules

So myself, Tamara and Anna arrived in Wanaka, relatively unscathed. I am writing this from the comfort of my laptop in the Wanaka house, Tams in the kitchen making me a Vanilla Absolut with cranberry and Schweppes with a touch of red grapefruit (number three, bring it!), and we have just devoured a dinner of chicken and wedges; Shrek is on the telly, the floor heating is on, the spa is heating as we speak, and tomorrow we have every intention of walking up the Rob Roy Glacier track in the Matukituki valley, over the other side of the lake. Or we might just end up at the Rippon vineyard, cos, well, we can. Ha. Life doesn't get much better.
Sometimes you just have those days when you realise that life is actually, really fucking good, and we are so lucky to live in the most beautiful country in the world, and we are young, and fabulous, and mobile, and we can do these things at a moments notice, and we almost feel like we have an obligation to live life to the fullest, because those who don't have these opportunities would expect us to make the most out of our lives, and so we do. Today is one of those days.

Or it could be the vodka talking. Hey.
New Zealand rules. Yay.