Christchurch, New Zealand

Right now I have the house all to myself, peoples. The Christmas tree, a nativity scene, flickering candles, and a cheery poinsettia are my company on this gray morning. Did I mention the house is completely quiet? Happy day.

Remember the catherdral I showed you earlier? Brace yourself for more loveliness. It was our second to last night in New Zealand. Bundled under several layers of clothing we ventured from the hostel to go see the Christchurch Catherdral. Street musicians filled the air with music. In the square in front of the church, kids did stunts on their bikes attempting to impress each other. Locals strolled casually by, some with curious glances at us and all our cameras. This is what I saw.

The next day was a free day. The free day I had grand plans of sleeping in until nine. The free day a fire alarm went off at six in the morning. The place didn't burn down, but that's still a nasty way to start the morning. Anyway, later some of us went exploring inside the church.

... I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness. Psalm 84:10