Long White
And here we are. We left LA at Sunday dusk and arrived twelve hours later. It's early morning Tuesday.
Auckland! Back in the long white zone -- the part of the world where coffee is long white instead of au lait or white or melange or, in the old Boston parlance, regular. Waiting in the Qantas club for my short hop to Wellington, I listen to a televised interview with the new physician for the All Blacks. (All Blacks, as I understand it, are Red Sox of a different color)
The morning sky is just beginning to turn light grey and the hills are growing distinct across the bay.
