Somewhere between the wine and king’s cup on Christmas Eve/Day it was decided that the 3 originals needed to reunite and thus, the idea of the weekender in Welly was born. I talked…planned…plotted while brimming with excitement as the day grew closer. What I realize now is that it wasn’t anything like what I had imagined and was silly to have thought it would be anything other than what it was.
When planning, I was so wrapped up with reuniting with those I had spent my first couple of days in New Zealand with that I neglected the importance of food. Thanks to some new friends who wholeheartedly encourage the foodie way of life – this turned out to be a fabulous weekend. After all, what’s a girl supposed to do in Welly other than a worldwind tour of the cafes, bars, and restaurants. I ate and drank until my little heart was content and then ate and drank some more. I can go on and on about how Sunday brunch at Fidel’s should be a must for everyone or how you haven’t really been to Welly without stopping at Memphis Belle for coffee or that its okay to make friends with salad at Finc but the standout for me this particular weekend was Shed 5.