Morning!

I finally got up this morning and took a walk over the hill to watch the sunrise over Seatoun Beach.  I know what you're thinking.  "You live 10 minutes from the beach and you JUST took a walk over there?".  I mean seriously, could I ask for anything more inspiring to get me out the door for some exercise in the morning?  Whatever, it was amazing and my flabby middle section thanks me.  The hill is straight up and the vistas that open up on the top are amazing.  How did I end up here in this country?  Is this really my life where I can get up leaving my daughters and husband sleeping quietly and go for a walk to the beach?  Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd get out of Idaho when I was a kid.  I think riding in a limo was on the top of my wildest dream list.  :)

Anyhow, during my walk this morning I drank in all the signs of spring.  Freesia, lilies of the valley, hyacinth all pushing their way out to the sun.  As I passed other people out for their morning walks I realized I didn't know what to say.  How do you greet other folks here in New Zealand?  This sounds silly right?  That was exactly what I told myself.  So I just said what I would say at home, "Morning!".  It's a declaration and a greeting all at once.  Everyone except an older gentelman said it back.  He said "Good Day."  And it is indeed.