The year that was
I just read through my blogs from travelling at the beginning of the year and now I regret not keeping up the posting this year! I think it’s been a combination of a few things, but also needing a bit more privacy while I was working things out for a while...
So, let’s hit you with my year (so far) in brief!
I got to live with Zeno for many months, which was a fantastic time. After Portugal, Max came back for 4 weeks instead of 2, and then extended to 5, and well, the rest is history... He’s in the Netherlands, but we’ll get to that. Kylester and Zeno also moved on to bigger and brighter things, and we had to leave our shitty yet awesome apartment to finally rid ourselves of the landlord from Hell.
I went to the Netherlands... and France, and Belgium....
I went back to Dream Camp and danced what was and may be forever the most joyful and inspired performance of my life and something I’ll be proud of and cherish forever even though it wasn’t technically perfect (”That takes balls,” Eric told me!).
I danced in Grace and Beaute Ensemble, I was an invited speaker at the Belly Dance Blossom Festival.
Lots of lovely people visiting me, and I visited them. I went back to the Netherlands, and France, and Belgium.
Baby Wandice came to visit, Max and I hiked the White Mountains and stayed at an incredible AirBnB in Vermont, I tried my hand at henna and caught the white squirrel on camera.
To my surprise (and delight!) I went to Germany (and the Netherlands!). I saw Ze Fak with my own little eyes and it really was incredible to see what had been created there, and to experience the final show and party. I started making kombucha!
I competed in AQDO and got some great marks, Max and I went to Levis, Andrea and I went apple picking in the rain..... And now I’m about to go back to NZ. I’m sure I’ve missed a lot, but aside from wrestling that Bloody Black Dog (I’m winning, slowly but surely), it’s been a good year. Even though I said I’d stop measuring my life in years.... Here’s to all the good things to come.














