Whistful dreaming

Imagine setting off for distant lands. To where the wind howls sharply, and snow ices the ground for months. Where no food tastes the same. Where languages are different.
Where you can walk right over the border and be in a different world.

Imagine that...

I mean New Zealand is alright in itself, it's all I've ever known. But what's over that mountain? What's across that sea? Ah, wanderlust...just wait and see

A little laugh

Before Mum, my ten year old sister- Petra and I were talking about legs and leg-length (I have one leg that is at least one cm longer than the other and causes a little trouble with my left knee). Anyway Petra was going round and checking her legs to see if her feet were the same size. Then she went around asking Mum and Dad if their feet were the same size and I said heaps of people have different sized feet, realizing that she had got legs and feet mixed up. I tried to explain to her that legs ran from ones hip to ones heel and a foot is the heel to the toes. So she said "oops I meant legs" then proceed to do half spilts and said I might have feet.

                                                           (Source: Christine Santos on pintrest)


Note: Petra (who is checking my grammar :D) wants to make sure that you know that she knows what a leg is and what a foot is.
I hope that made sense