One common misconception about travelling: it's always exciting and a thrill. I'm going to be the jerk that ruins that idea and tell you that sometimes it's not a joyride. Sometimes it's just as dull as a night sitting at home gripping a remote control, succumbing to a cooking show or seeing which reality show makes you want to shoot yourself the least.

In all honesty, I'm just writing to try to come up with some sort of rambling to make me feel better about BSing a poem that I really don't quite care about. I'm not crazy about forced writing, aka writing whenever your muse is on an extended vacation and you're summoning vague crap to fit the 14-line minimum.

But back to the travelling thing. I've seen some pretty stuff but, having stayed in Wellington most of the time, it's started to just become the place where I am. I hear traffic and sirens in the morning just like back at home. There are hoards of people walking around the city. The only difference is that A) the people have either much more or much less of a fashion sense than me (I haven't quite figured it out yet) or B) when people open their mouths, a different kind of sound comes out (otherwise known as a fancy way to say that they have an accent).

One thing that really tripped me out today was going to a local church. I've kinda gotten used to the fact that whenever I open my mouth, people are automatically going to know that I'm not "from 'round these here parts". The thing that really got me was when we started worship. Luckily they had a lot of the same songs that I knew from the states so I didn't have to stand there awkwardly. But! The concept that these people worship God literally on the opposite side of the world from where I'm from and have such a passion for him in a different country just blew me away. I didn't exactly expect them to be heathens in loincloths (although I have seen the loincloth since I've been here). I just didn't think about it at all...how others worship and how Jesus isn't just in America. I'm going to go back Thursday to check out their equivalent to Covanent's "twentysomething". I think it'd be great to see kids my age who aren't into getting trashed on a daily basis and just so happen to have a fond feeling for Jesus.

And now! Photos!