I’m originally from New Zealand. Head toward Australia then head left. If you hit Antarctica, you’ve gone too far. Back up and listen for sheep. There are sixty-six million of them to four million people. Kiwi’s are intrepid travelers. We check out our own county, head to Australia, then bounce around the world. I’ve bounced to the United Kingdom, and Australia. I am now fortunate to call America home. I love it here. OMG. Southern California rocks. Beautiful weather, beaches, super friendly people who can’t understand a word I say. A case in point. Our super cute street has wine and cheese night on the last Friday of every month in summer. We rock up to someone’s yard with said wine and cheese and get to know our neighbors. I thought I was chatting to a lovely elderly man, who gently put his hand on my arm. Lovely Elderly man: “I have no idea what you’re saying.” Me – going red. “Oh, that we live in a beautiful part of the world.” He gently shook her head and ambled away. I proceeded to eat my bodyweight in cheese. That’s a lot of cheese just quietly. In TEN DAYS WITH THE…