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I bet you didn't notice, but I had this blog on autopilot for a big
chunk of June. It's true; while you Northern Hemispherers were
enjoying the warming of late spring and early summer, I was suffering
an antipodean chill in Sydney and Auckland. Pity me, won't you?
I don't mention this to make you jealous, although I quite understand
if you are. (Unless you're an Aussie or Kiwi, in which case you're
wondering what the big deal is.) No, I'm just trying to explain my
next few musical selections, for which I must thank my host on Waiheke
Island.
Strange thing, that; for some reason my travel agent thinks I
have both money and taste. At least that's the conclusion I drew when
I arrived at the most amazing little B&B on the island, a half
hour's ferry from downtown Auckland. Among the delights of the place
was an impressive collection of CDs in my room, which I
enjoyed over the next few
days. This was the first disc I put on, and the one that left the most
lasting impression. It reminds me of Waiheke: lush and rich and full
of subtleties, but also warm and inviting and relaxed. Which is
making me wish I was back there, if it weren't for the fact that I
have you here, waiting for more blog posts. Oh, and that thing about
having to make money so I can take more trips. There's that, I
suppose.
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