What do we do when we have no place to go?
Three weeks into our housesit in Paraparaumu we’re beginning to discover a few of the local delights:
Like the Saturday morning Farmer’s Market.
It’s a pretty good local market, lots of fruits and veggies, a few tents of import items, some homemade preserves, and a lovely wooly fellow selling moonshine. Yep. You read that right. NZ is the only country in the world where it’s legal to distill your own liquor. He makes quite a colourful addition to the farmer’s market!
This week we were surprised with a special treat:
A bunch of local teenagers flashmobbed the market…
with Maori chants and dancing. They were fantastic:
Off to the farmer’s market in Noblesville. Thanks for reminding us.
We miss you all, and look forward to your return (to live) in Indiana for a few years!
All our love!
Praise Jesus!!!
Gotta love The Haka!
What a great find! I love the farmer’s market, anywhere we go, but I imagine it has a certain special quality when you are in a home away form home like a housesit.
Did a rugby match ensue in the middle of the market? 😉 Looked like the start of an All Blacks match!
Melissa… ahahah… no, but that would have been great!!