Irish Blessings & Farewell NZ
BARRYS BAY/AKAROA, NEW ZEALAND: April 22-28, 2013
Leah: Where to even begin in describing our magical final week in New Zealand with one of the most incredible families we’ve been privileged to meet…From the vineyards of Waipara we headed back into Christchurch, where our next host, Joan, would be meeting us to take us to the family home at Barrys Bay on the Banks Peninsula near Akaroa. From the moment our curly-haired hostess and her eldest son, Jamie (18), met us at the bus stop, we immediately felt at home and welcomed by this affable Irish family of six.
Joan and Odhran (pronounced “Ore-an”) emigrated to New Zealand from Ireland over a decade ago with their four kids (Jamie, 18; Zed, 17; Aoife (pronounced “Ee-fa”); 15; and Lia, 12 and built the most magnificent home on a slice of land overlooking the sea. We quickly learned that the whole family is talented beyond belief, from Joan’s restaurant-style cooking to the kids’ abilities to do everything from self-learning the piano to heading off for gainful employment with Google in Australia at the (soon-to-be) age of 19. And the house…it was an architectural dream, from the corrugated blue sheet metal on the outside to the sweeping window views of the bay, high ceilings and full guest house overlooking the pool. Upon swinging wide the double doors of our bedroom in the guest house to take in the expansive land and sea views, I proclaimed to Steve that if he found a way to recreate something like this for me I’d never feel the need to leave the country again and would give him as many babies as he wanted. Okay, so maybe not entirely true, but this home had me giddy with joy and our new host family put me over the edge.
Late afternoons and evenings we found ourselves taking walks around the shore or simply sitting agog in our bedroom with forgotten books on our laps as we stared at the last rays of light splashing the water and grazing sheep on the hills. One of the days Odhran graciously drove us into town so we could head out with Black Cat Cruises to swim with the Hector’s dolphins, the smallest member of the dolphin family and an endangered species.
And then came one of the best parts of our day….dinner. Joan loves cooking and with a family of six she has plenty of guinea pigs, including one vegetarian and one very picky eater. Every dinner was a 3 course affair (with everyone sitting around the grand wooden table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows), resplendent with savory appetizers, followed by a main and various sides and then a mouth-watering dessert. And the plating! I’ve been in fancy and over-priced restaurants that couldn’t hold a candle to Joan’s presentation and medley of flavors and textures! In between the main course and dessert everyone cleared the table, loaded dishes and returned the kitchen to a clean and orderly state in mere minutes and with a precision that would put even the military to shame.
earthquake book sculpture they installed on a prominent wall after the Christchurch earthquakes. I will be borrowing this idea in the future for sure!
Every day we felt more like family and after nine months on the road and about halfway through our trip, we appreciated the little idiosyncrasies and comfort that comes with being part of a vibrant and loving family unit. Each of the kids had their own personalities and interests and we delighted in learning about what made them tick and seeing this slice of NZ through their eyes. And of course my heart damn near jumped out of my chest and swelled with pride when I learned that Aoife wants to be a Women’s Studies major and has a keen interest in not only gender issues, but youth, travel and health—it was like going back in time and meeting an Irish teenage version of myself! I spent hours regaling her with my own stories, as well as looking over her prospective courses of study and helping her understand potential career paths she could follow. All the kids were a joy, but I definitely had a special affinity for their oldest daughter and her unbridled excitement for the subject matter (it also didn’t hurt that she hooked us up with the first two seasons of Game of Thrones before we left!)
Bartlett By The Park) before Lia was dropped off to ice skate and Aoife went to pick up some yarn and a birthday present for her brother. Steve and I soaked up some excellent history by wandering through the excellent (and free) Canterbury Museum, including a marvelous Antarctic wing detailing conditions, past expeditions and equipment, including two beloved sled dogs from a 1970’s expedition that were preserved thanks to taxidermy. Almost as good as the real thing…
Back in the city center we met up with the gals of the family to pick up our backpacks (Joan had kindly kept them in the car so we wouldn’t have to walk with them) and say our goodbyes. Hugs ensued all around with promises to stay in touch and of course we offered to return the hospitality if they ever found themselves our way in the future. And then Joan pulled out one of her tea towels that I had fallen in love with at her house, exclaimed over once and had vowed to find on our travels. Passing it over with a warm smile she remarked, “There are a few stains on it, but I know how much you liked it and I’d love for you to have it.” And then my eyes came dangerously close to flooding over; just another example of the culture of Workaways and the people we’ve been blessed to meet. Not only did we feel like family, eat ridiculously tasty food and live in a fairy tale setting, but we were encouraged to use their phone plan to call home, were offered the car for an afternoon of sightseeing, driven in and out of Christchurch and now handed a pieced of their home to take with us!
CLICK FOR NEW ZEALAND BUDGET SYNOPSIS
CLICK FOR PICTURES