Kia Ora
Arriving in New Zealand--Long Version
Well, our New Zealand adventure is off to a fabulous start! After enjoying family throughout the month of July we packed our bags and boarded a flight to New Zealand on July 28, 2014.
Goodbye Salt Lake
The flight stopped off in Los Angeles at LAX (don't get me started--not my favorite airport) We deplaned and tried to find our way to New Zealand Airlines. After a couple of wild goose chases down long, dingy corridors, we were steered in the right direction and told that it wasn't a long walk (famous last words) We discovered that that "easy" walk took us outside the airport and along narrow, crowded sidewalks, dragging our carry on luggage. I believe we began singing like the pioneer children after 10 or 15 minutes of walking up stairs and through crowds trying to find the hidden airline.
After asking several more people for directions we were told that NZ Airlines is at the end of the International Terminal that was just a few hundred yards further along the ancient sidewalk. We could have taken a shuttle bus but by now we were dangerously closer--within a mile at least:) So trudge onward we did. The exercise did us good and we arrived eventually. It reminded me of a movie where the same 2 bedraggled (sorry NZ Airlines) employees did everything. One woman took our tickets and we went through security again, a second time, no worries luckily there was a short line. We walked some distance and made our way to the lounge, which by the way has the best lentil soup I've ever eaten. We found a private little nook where we ate, read, watched our electronic devices, then went and asked bedraggled employee #2 if it were time to go to the gate. He told us to wait and he'd call us. Call us he did, in about 15 minutes along with every other passenger who followed him like a herd of homeless puppy dogs to the gate where--surprise, surprise--B.E. #1 took our tickets.

Ahhhh, relief is getting settled aboard an all night flight to New Zealand--let the movies begin! The food was great, the movies were retro and I loved them.
Peaceful clouds
We slept much of the night--I managed 6 hours and Giff got in at least 8, hooray--then I woke up slightly claustrophobic and watched two more movies and voila--we arrived in New Zealand around 5:30 a.m. We got luggage, went through two check points where we were paranoid about declaring food items (we knew someone who paid $400 for forgetting he had an orange in his carry on) and lugging 6 huge pieces of luggage we went out to meet the wonderful Haleck's who were on hand to greet us. Peggy lent me her lovely gray sweater which has saved my life this first week in New Zealand's winter wonderland. It is a humid cold and doable, but my feet have felt like ice cubes more than once and I hate getting ready for bed in my "meat locker" and can't wait to jump into my electric blanketed toasty bed to thaw out my icy feet each night.
We were greeted by Allan, our wonderful Church van driver who was getting yelled at by a surly security person, (who when we thanked him for his "patience" said, "Don't thank me! And don't come back!!!" You can't win them all?) Everyone else has been perfectly lovely to us here. The people are patient, kind and very friendly to us. We love our ward--our bishop's family invited us to FHE and it was amazing! I've met many ladies in the ward and feel that each of them could be a special friend. I've gone walking along the beach and near a lake with Peggy and others and I feel very much at home here. Two senior missionary couples, The Reynolds and The Oakes invited us to dinner and date night--an Agatha Christy play called, "Invitation to Murder" at the local theater--and we had the time of our lives. Thai food--the coconut soup was scrumptuous! All in all we are happy as two little Kiwi Clams here and hope we get to stay all of our possible 5 years!
The view from our balcony.