Auckland, NZ
Us: “No, mom, really what do you want to do while we’re in New Zealand?”
Mom: “Oh I’ll just do whatever you’re doing”
We’ve been down this road before with Greg’s mom. She doesn’t want to intrude. But we didn’t really think that getting eaten by a Sharktopus (Sharktopi?), canoe drag racing, or crawling up volcanoes were much her thing. As we’ve said before, this “normal tourist” routine is a bit difficult for us to grasp without the aid of a 20 sided die. So this time we insisted.
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