Why Doesn’t Anyone in New Zealand Own a Clothes Dryer?
Two weeks in New Zealand and I’ve already identified the biggest cultural difference between here and America. It’s not the driving side, the accent, or the sheep. It’s the laundry.
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Barefoot in the Park (and just about everywhere else)
One week into life in Auckland and the thing I can’t stop noticing has nothing to do with the scenery or the food or the accent. It’s the feet. Bare feet. Everywhere. In the bank, in the grocery store, walking down city streets. The kids I understood — sort of. The adults took me longer. Turns out there’s actually a cultural reason for it, and honestly? I kind of get it now.
