Last weekend Issac and I joined the O’conner family for three days and two nights. On Friday evening Brian picked us up and took us to his comfortable home located on the edge of the peninsula with a stunning view of the coastline and the Pacific Ocean. Once we arrived we were introduced to the rest of family, but on the first pass of names were unable to retain any of their names due to Brian’s pleasantly thick New Zealand accent. That evening we had hamburgers New Zealand style with thick slices of bacon, eggs, a beef patty, tomato sauce and all the regular fixings. We also learned that first night that New Zealanders, well at least Brian’s family, all get plenty of sleep at night (8 to 11 hours).
The next morning after peering through their telescope to scope out the local surf breaks, we got in the four-wheel drive van to check out the local surf spots, drove off road up grass and muddy slopes, and power slid the car to a stop in the gravel parking lots. In the afternoon we had a pleasant bonfire at the beach and collected Paua (abalone) shells, which we later ground down into beautiful works of art at Brian’s Paua Factory. That evening we had a delicious venison roast and went to bed with full stomachs and the sound of crashing waves on the beach below.
After church on Sunday morning we attended a local ecumenical BBQ and played some touch rugby and volleyball. Later that afternoon Issac, Brian and I went on an ATV in South Bay. The ATV’s battery was dead, so anytime we stalled the engine we had to drive Brian’s off road van near the ATV and jump-start it. It was strenuous exercise, but a lot of fun. Tea that night was another tasty delight and then Issac and I gave our thanks and said our goodbyes to our new, New Zealand family. By the way what is a ‘Zealand?’
Paul Figueroa, Westmont ’11 writes:
Living in the Old Convent has been one of my greatest experiences; the chance to live in community with an amazing group of young believers. The problem with living with only North Americans is that you don’t get to really experience Kiwi culture from the “home” perspective. This is why I was completely ecstatic when it came time to do homestays with local Kiwi families. I got paired with two other students and we got placed in the home of a local farming family. Coming from Southern California, this was a completely new experience for me. The farm was a sheep farm (they had over 3,000) and the couple that owned it were some of the nicest and warmest people I have ever met. Mealtimes at the farm were some of the best times. A highlight of our first tea together was while eating mutton we were told that it was fresh from right outside. I guess with 3,000 sheep what more would be expected? Owning as much land as our host family did was incomprehensible to me. I could not wrap my mind around the fact that two people owned pretty much an entire mountain. The biggest highlight of my time at their farm was actually getting to explore the mountain. The group of us spent the morning hiking up to some of the best views of the snow-capped mountains above us and the sprawling landscape below us. All in all, it was a relaxing weekend where I really got to see the Kiwi culture in action and form a strong relationship with a local family.