The man and I have just celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary. Against my parents best wishes, I married the bad boy. Every parents worst nightmare? They said it wouldn’t last. Well news flash, we did. My husband is my best friend, my rock, my everything. Some of my friends think we spend too much time with each other, I’m sorry we enjoy each others company. I’m thankful for the life I have and the two amazing adults we have produced. I am immensely proud of them.
On that note, to celebrate the moment we went on a road trip. The weather in our neck of the woods is fairly dreary at the moment. Lots of rain, more rain and then a smidge more rain just to keep everything damp. If we are really unlucky our mornings start with the occasional icy frost, that’s if it’s snowing down south. A raincoat and gumboots are essential wardrobe items.
We headed south through the rain and the fog, The Chateau in Tongariro National Park our destination.
The Chateau is located on the slopes of Mt Ruapehu. We had been hoping to catch a glimpse of the mountain, unfortunately low-lying cloud smothered Ruapehu during our stay. The ski season opened earlier this month, as you can see there has been very little snow.
Empty car parks, empty lodges and some well equipped climbers.
Our night spent at the Chateau was everything we imagined. We had been warned about ghosts visiting us during the night and the reviews on The Chateau had been mixed. We spent the night in a beautifully appointed suite and I am happy to say that not one ghost paid us a visit.
The following morning we set off up the western side of Lake Taupo heading for Rotorua. Every mans dream, long straight empty roads.
We crossed the Waikato River at the Whakamaru Power Station and followed the river to State Highway One. The sun had finally crept out from behind the clouds with stunning views over the river.
The man and I spent the afternoon at The Polynesian Spa in Rotorua. In desperate need of a little tender loving care I had booked myself in for a relaxing massage. I’m not quite sure if there was some miscommunication, I seemed to end up having a deep tissue massage. Five days later my neck is slowly recovering.
The teacher in me is very reflective. I try hard to suppress that urge in my personal life. The good stuff is celebrated, the not so good tucked away in a box, labelled ‘Not to be dwelled on’. If you get what I mean. It all sounds rather hypocritical. I’ve always been rather good at wearing two hats.
I’ve included a template that may interest some of you. In my early teaching days I would often get my students to reflect at the end of term. I called it ‘The good, the bad and the ugly’! It was always problematic, most students will readily talk about the good stuff and avoid the negative. After all they’re perfect. Therefore this writing template is all about the good stuff, if you want??
I hope all is well in your part of the world. Lots of crafty stuff happening here. I feel a show and tell post coming on. Until next time.
Ka kite ano