Raglan | New Zealand

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If Raglan weren’t a 17+ hour flight from Denver plus a 2-hour drive once you get to Auckland, I’d try to convince Tim that we need to buy a second house there, but I think that might be an uphill battle. I can’t tell you how much we all fell in love with it.

We took Nicola horseback riding for the first time. It was a 2-hour ride and really ran the gamut on breathtaking scenery. But truthfully, we all had our own private panic attacks during the ride (MINE REPEATEDLY). Have you ever done anything in another country and felt a little unsafe…like no way in hell would this ever be OK in America? It’s too dangerous! That’s kind of how I felt horseback riding. We were on some c-r-a-z-y steep hills and then there were some low hanging trees that threatened decapitation and our whole crew was full of newbies (or some who hadn’t gone in ages). Anyway, you get it. But my gut told me everything was going to be OK and the guides were great. Nicola had some nervous tears along the way but always managed to pull it together. It was one of those parenting moments where I had to just focus on what I was doing and let her figure it out as she went. Once we made it to the black volcanic sand beach, we knew it was all going to be fine and dandy, though.

Of course, all that being said, if you asked any of us if we’d do it all again tomorrow, we’d say, “OH YES, LET’S!”

The guide took the first few (smaller) photos you’ll see below. There are also New Zealand traffic jam pics (hello cows), what the currency looks like and a shot of the double rainbow we spotted one morning. (We saw so many rainbows on this trip. It was WILD!) And at the very bottom you’ll see some jellies we found near our beach house that had washed up on the shore and a waterfall we went to one day.