I arrived back in New Zealand yesterday, just in time to miss the (strong but fortuitously undamaging) earthquake in Christchurch, and my parents adopting a newborn kid goat on the farm. Hawaii was wonderful, amazing, perfect. The weather was ideal.  27 degrees every day (85ish), 24 every night, clear and sunny with tradewinds and the occasional rain shower that swept in, cooled the land, and then swept out again. I got to see my little sisters (the first time all three of us have been together since my wedding), and we cooked up a storm and hung out on the beach and up in trees and generally tried to pretend that we were little kids again.  We even sang all those horrible children’s songs we used to sing, like “Found a peanut”, “Baby bumblebee” and “Little green frog”. This is some of the stuff I did: I also sewed, and cooked, and planted exotic fruits, and generally enjoyed spending time with my family and being on an idyllic organic farm. It couldn’t have been better, …