Who knew Easter could be so much fun? I always thought Easter meant tortuous priestly sermons, salty ham cooked real flesh like, uncomfortable church clothes that did night shifts in the cardboard factory, and of course, the chocolate egg hunt where I learned to despise aluminum foil. Nah! Could be. Could be. Not this year. We flew with the clouds to Christ Church. Our first visit to the South Island.
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