I'm back in Wellington, and thank goodness that's over.
Not really. If anything it's whetted my apetite for more travel, whipped up wanderlust, and got me planning an escape should the painful contract negotiation process go awry.
It's good to be home - with all our nice things (which I'm secretly more attached to athn I care to admit), and all the nice people we know.
Wellington's not all bad at all. It's just that Florence is nicer.