The Windy City

Preparing for my first time ever in Wellington I was bracing myself for gale force winds and lots of hills. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t disappointed in that department, but it turns out there is a lot more to our beloved capital city than zephyrs that could pick up a small child. We arrived just before lunchtime and were greeted by storm clouds and rain; admittedly not the best start to our South Island rendezvous but we were not going to let that disappoint us. After unpacking at our hotel we decided we would make the most of our one night in Wellington and headed out for a bite to eat. Armed with no maps or GPS of any kind, we just kind of aimed for the city centre to see what we could find. We bypassed a few streets until we settled on one that bar the cobblestone streets could have easily been mistaken for Paris. People were bustling about, wrapped up against the cold and the soft lights coming from the pretty cafes omitted a special kind of ambience, one that I hadn’t come across in Auckland before. Sticking with the theme, we decided to eat at a French Café. They had all the sweet French cuisine such as croissants, bagels, and treats, but I was ravenous so settled on a steak sandwich. We had an early ferry to catch the next morning so settled in early. Not long enough in Wellington; I will have to go back