All new photos with more to follow…Penguin, Tasmania demographics…

Penguin Uniting Church in Penguin, Tasmania, is a charming heritage-listed timber church overlooking Bass Strait on Main Road. Opened in 1903 as a Methodist church, it is built in Federation Carpenter Gothic style, with steeply pitched roofs, decorative timberwork, and distinctive windows. Now part of the Uniting Church in Australia, it remains an active, welcoming congregation serving the local community. Its picturesque coastal setting and historic character make it one of Penguin’s most recognisable landmarks.

The People of Penguin — A Coastal Tapestry

There’s something quietly profound about a town like Penguin, Tasmania, a place whose name conjures images of little blue penguins bobbing on Bass Strait, but whose real identity is shaped by the people who live there, the gentle pace of their lives, and the contours of community woven through generations.

At the time of the 2021 Australian Census, Penguin had a population of about 4,132 people, up from around 3,800 in the previous census, a steady but modest growth that speaks to its appeal as both home and haven.

Beautiful farm’s crops are typical in Tasmania.

Age and Life Stages

Walking down the streets of Penguin, you’d notice that time feels a little gentler here. The median age is around 47 years, which is older than the national Australian median of 38. That tells you something right away: this is a place where people settle longer, grow roots, watch seasons pass, and choose rhythm over rush.

Older adults, from retirees quietly enjoying the seaside breeze to folks in their 50s and 60s, remain active in community life. Meanwhile, children and young adults exist, but they don’t define the town’s profile the way they might in a university city or bustling suburb.

In essence, if Hobart or Launceston feels like the energetic heartbeats of Tasmania, Penguin feels like a slower, steadier breath, a place where age and experience shape the pulse of daily life.

A horse-shaped topiary next to a barn.

Gender and Community

Like most small towns, Penguin’s gender balance hovers near even, with about 48–52% male to female, a familiar symmetry in human terms. It’s the sort of place where neighbours know each other’s names and generations mingle on the footpaths.

Households and Home

Penguin has roughly 1,863 private dwellings, and most households average 2.3 people, indicating this is not predominantly a town of large families. The picture here leans toward couples, perhaps with adult children who’ve flown the coop, retirees with decades behind them, and individuals at different stages of life choosing calm and connection over the chaos of a city.

What stands out most is the ownership pattern: a solid majority of homes are owner-occupied, and the median weekly household income is around $1,301, which is respectable for a small town and reflects a community focused on stability and sustainability.

This private driveway was lined on both sides by the neatly trimmed evergreens.

Heritage and Identity

Penguin’s demographic story isn’t just about age and income; it’s also about heritage. Indigenous Australians, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples, make up a meaningful slice of the population (around 8–9%), which is higher than state and national averages. This reflects a deeper, older connection to the land, sea, and sky that predates European settlement, a reminder that every landscape carries memory and meaning far beyond what census tables can capture.

Language and culture here are predominantly English-speaking, as you’d expect in a Tasmanian coastal town, where most people were born in Australia and have strong ties to the land and community.

Work and Lifestyle

It’s tempting to imagine everyone here just watching waves or strolling the beach at sunset, but life has texture. Many residents work in professional occupations, and despite the town’s small size, there’s a quiet economic persona; tradespeople, local businesses, hospitality workers, and those who commute to nearby towns like Ulverstone or Burnie for work.

Income brackets tend to be in the middle range nationally, and mortgage repayments and rents, while more modest than in Australia’s big cities, still reflect a mix of long-time locals and newcomers who’ve chosen this pace of life as their intentional place in the world.

About one minute from the driveway to our holiday home, we spotted two horses on each side of the road. The horse on the left is wearing a face mask to protect her from the sun, insects, and dust.

What the Numbers Feel Like

Numbers on a census report are dry and dutiful, but the essence of Penguin is anything but. There’s the echo of laughter at the local bakery, the deep hum of the wind off Bass Strait, the shared stories at a cafe table overlooking the bay. It’s a town shaped by nature and nurtured by neighbours.

In demographic terms, Penguin is:

  • Mature and grounded, with an older median age.

  • Stable and connected, with most households owning their homes.

  • Culturally anchored, with a notable Indigenous presence and overwhelmingly Australian-born community.

  • Economically balanced, comfortable but not booming, reflective of a coastal town that values quality of life over quick growth.

For us, who travel long and wide, we find Penguin’s demographics tell a story that resonates: a place where life slows but doesn’t stop, where community is more than a data point, and where every resident contributes to the quiet narrative of the place.

Two more horses on the opposite side of the road.

As we did ten years ago when we stayed in Penguin, we still find it to be that rare kind of place that wraps around us the moment we arrive. There’s something about the salty breeze rolling in from Bass Strait, the unhurried greetings along the footpath, and the familiar curve of the coastline that makes us exhale a little deeper. We slip into its quiet pace effortlessly, as if we’d never left. The beauty isn’t loud or showy, just steady and sincere. And somehow, in its quiet charm and gentle pace, we feel not like visitors passing through, but like we belong exactly where we are.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 17, 2016:

Beautiful flowers we spotted at Pukekura Park in New Plymouth, New Zealand. For more photos, please click here.

Heading out later today to take photos…

Only this barbed wire fence separates our veranda from this goat and his friend, a sheep. They baaaahhh when they see me, especially when I baaaahhh back at them. Cute.

Gosh, we are enjoying it here in Penguin as much as we did ten years ago, if not more.

There’s something magical about waking to the sounds of nature instead of traffic that settles the nervous system in a way that’s hard to describe unless you’ve lived both ways. No sirens. No engines. No muffled bass from passing cars. Just wind brushing through the grass, the distant bleating of sheep, and the low, conversational murmur of goats in the pasture just beyond the house.

Seeing the goats and sheep grazing so close to us adds a sweetness to the day. They go about their business without hurry, without agenda, and somehow that pace seeps into us. Every now and then, a rooster crows as if to remind everyone that time is still moving forward, even here. The air is cool and clean, blissfully free of smog, and when I step outside for a deep breath, I can actually feel the difference in my lungs.

The sun is finally peeking through the overcast sky this morning, little shards of light slipping through the gray. It feels like a gift. After we finish a few household tasks and I wrap up this post, we’ll head out for a drive. We want to take photos while the sun is shining, stop at the pharmacy, and pop into the little market for a few odds and ends. These simple errands feel pleasant here, almost leisurely.

Downtown Penguin truly is a delight.

The quaint streets, the charming little shops, the easy parking, and the absence of crowds make it feel welcoming rather than overwhelming. It’s only about a ten-minute drive from this property, which already feels convenient. But in thirteen days, when we move into Sunrise, we’ll be even closer. Two minutes by car, a ten-minute walk.

And that walk matters to me.

I’ve been working so hard these past two months. Seven days a week of leg strengthening and physical therapy-type exercises. Along with that, I’ve added a somewhat vigorous routine to raise my heart rate. It hasn’t always been easy, especially after everything my body went through.

That 47-night cruise took more out of me than I expected. Three strains of flu back-to-back while on board left me drained in a way that lingered. There were days I wondered how long it would take to feel like myself again. Recovery, I’ve learned, is not linear. Some mornings felt hopeful; others felt like setbacks.

But here, in this peaceful pocket of Tasmania, I can feel the difference. My stamina is improving. My breathing is stronger. My legs feel steadier. The progress is real.

Soon we’ll head to the local clinic to get prescriptions for Tamiflu to take daily during the upcoming 25-night cruise. After what we went through, we’re not taking chances. Being long-term nomads has taught us many lessons, and one of them is this: preparation brings peace of mind. It’s not about expecting the worst; it’s about knowing you’re ready if something unexpected happens.

For now, though, we’re choosing to stay right here in this moment.

The goats grazing.
The roosters crowing.
The cool air brushing against our skin.
The promise of a sunny afternoon in a town that feels like it’s quietly rooting for us.

In thirteen days, we’ll be even closer to the heart of Penguin. Closer to that walk I hope to make confidently. Closer to the sea, the salty air drifts through town. Closer to another chapter in this wandering life of ours.

And today, that feels like more than enough.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 16, 2016:

Our favorite photo of the day was taken when we visited Mount Taranaki in New Zealand. Zoom in to see this bee’s facial features. Amazing! For more photos, please click here.

Out to dinner in Penguin…Delightful evening with our upcoming landlords…

Tom enjoyed being out to dinner, especially with the excellent Thursday senior special that included dessert.

There’s something special about the way travel humbles us. On Thursday evening, after what had been one of the more surprising days in our many years of wandering this planet, we found ourselves sitting across the table from Fran and Terry, the very landlords of our upcoming March 1 rental in Penguin.

If you didn’t read yesterday’s post, here it is. It tells the story of our unexpected arrival in town… without a place to stay. A simple mix-up in dates, confirmed long ago, somehow unraveled in real time. And just like that, we were in Penguin with our luggage and no holiday home waiting for us, at least not until March 1. The already homeless couple became homeless even further.

But here’s the beautiful part.

Instead of awkwardness or frustration, there was kindness.

It was hard to believe it had been ten years since we rented from Fran and Terry, a lovely couple.

Instead of blame, there was grace.

Fran and Terry opened their home to us that first night, and within hours, they had helped us secure a lovely interim property, where we’ll happily stay for the next two weeks, until Sunrise at Penguin becomes available on March 1. We are more than fine. In fact, we’re grateful. These little bumps in the road often turn into the stories we cherish most.

Feeling bad about the mix-up, Fran and Terry insisted on taking us out to dinner on Thursday evening. And not just anywhere.

Here’s my Valentine’s Day date, in 2016, smiling as always. For more photos, please click here.

Travel Day…We’re off to Auckland for an overnight stay…A two hour drive…An early morning flight…

The view from the kitchen in our holiday home in Kaiwaka, New Zealand.

By the time I glanced at the clock and saw it was edging toward 11:00 am, the house in Kaiwaka was back to how we found it: clean, organized, and uncluttered with our stuff. We’re totally packed except for the computer bag and a few odds and ends. The little car is loaded to the brim. Only the sense of anticipation remains.

This house…oh, how we’ll remember it.

It wasn’t only the structure itself, lovely as it was, perched in its peaceful pocket of rural New Zealand. It was Dave and Eing. From the moment we arrived, weary and road-worn, they wrapped us in kindness. There’s something profoundly comforting about landlords who feel more like friends, who show up with a bag of jasmine rice because they read you were running low, who insist on dinner and quietly outmaneuver you when the bill arrives.

For two months, we lived in a kind of gentle stillness.

Yes, the location was remote. There were times we had to plan carefully for groceries or errands. But what we gained in exchange was immeasurable. No traffic noise—no traffic at all, really. No crowds. No sirens. Instead, our days were punctuated by the bleating of sheep, the low murmurs of cattle, and the occasional triumphant crow of a rooster. The peacocks’ haunting, almost cry-like calls would drift through the air, and the magpies carried on their animated chatter as if narrating the countryside.

Silence, but never emptiness.

This morning, as Tom slid the last bags into the car, we realized we could leave one newer carry-on behind for Dave and Eing.  Doing so, may mean I won’t be wedged quite so tightly in the front seat during our two-hour drive to Auckland. Small victories matter in this nomadic life.

Yesterday, we found ourselves talking about Penguin, Tasmania, and what awaits us there. A town of just over 4,000 people, hardly a metropolis, but after Kaiwaka’s sweeping rural landscape, it will feel lively in the most delightful way. Easy access to shopping. Restaurants within minutes. The freedom to pop out for coffee without mapping a minor expedition.

And the beach.

Across the road from our new home, the shoreline stretches wide and welcoming. Parks nearby. The scent of salt air. And each evening, the fairy penguins will return from the sea, waddling ashore in the ritual that gave the town its name. I can hardly wait to see them with my own eyes. When we do, of course, we’ll share photos. Some moments are too special not to pass along.

It will be cooler there than Kaiwaka has been lately, and I’m looking forward to the temperate air. The heavy humidity we’ve felt here will give way to something fresher, something brisk enough to invite long seaside walks.

And then there are the celebrations ahead.

Valentine’s Day. My birthday, on February 20. Our 31st wedding anniversary, on March 7.

Three beautiful markers in just a few short weeks. We may go out to dinner. We may simply stay in, sip our adult beverages, make a special dinner, and treasure the view by the water with grateful hearts. After all these years, it’s less about grand gestures and more about shared glances, quiet laughter, and the steady comfort of knowing we’re still choosing this life, and each other, every single day.

There is so much to celebrate beyond the dates on the calendar. The quality of our lives. The freedom to follow the sun. The kindness of strangers who become friends. The health that allows us to pack up once again and head toward the next horizon.

We leave Kaiwaka with full hearts. And we arrive in Penguin carrying that gratitude with us.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 11, 2016:

A photo re-post from 2014 on this date ten years ago. As our ship made its way to the port of Venice, our mouths were agape in surprise at the feast that lay before our eyes. A photo re-post from 2014 on this date ten years ago. As our ship made its way to the port of Venice, our mouths were agape in surprise at the feast that lay before our eyes.  Click here for one of two posts about Venice. Click here for the ten-year-old recap.

Happy Super Bowl Sunday!…More new local photos…Two days and counting!!!

Whangārei, NZ, features numerous stunning beaches, primarily within 30-45 minutes of the city center. Key spots include the popular, patrolled Ocean Beach at Whangārei Heads, the long white sands of Ruakākā Beach, and the scenic Matapōuri Bay or Sandy Bay on the Tūtūkākā Coast, all offering excellent swimming, surfing, and coastal scenery.

Today’s post will be short, and not because there isn’t plenty swirling through my mind. It is short for two very practical reasons. First, I have packing to do. In two days, we’ll be leaving Kaiwaka after nearly two months in this peaceful little corner of New Zealand. Tomorrow night, we’ll stay near the airport in Auckland, positioning ourselves for an early-morning flight to Tasmania. The process of moving on has become familiar to us over these many years, yet it always carries a mix of anticipation and quiet reflection. We’ve settled into the green pastures, the winding country roads, the gentle cadence of rural life. And now, once again, it’s time to follow the next bend in the road.

We drove to the surfing area, but there was no parking available and no way to get close enough to the beach without a long, steep walk.

At least this time, the two-hour drive to Auckland will be in daylight. When we arrived here on December 13, that drive felt endless. It was dark. We were exhausted. Both of us were sick, and I was struggling with a respiratory virus that made every breath feel tight and labored. I remember sitting cramped in the front seat of the tiny rental car, luggage wedged beneath my feet, trying to find a position that allowed me to breathe just a little easier. The highway lights blurred past while I silently counted miles and wished for a bed.

It is strange how certain travel days etch themselves into memory more vividly than the postcard-perfect ones.

Hopefully, this departure will feel lighter. We are well now. Stronger. Grateful. The suitcases may be just as full, but we are not weighed down in the same way.

The tide was out, revealing a lot of the sandy beach.

The second reason for today’s short post is far less dramatic and much more fun.

I intend to pack everything we won’t need over the next 48 hours so I can settle in and watch the Super Bowl with Tom. Living on the opposite side of the world means American traditions arrive at unusual times. Here in New Zealand, it’s already Monday, and the game kicks off at 12:30 in the afternoon.

Even after years of international travel, moments like this remind us that we carry pieces of home wherever we land. A big game. Familiar commercials. The comfort of a shared cultural event unfolding thousands of miles away. It keeps us connected, even as our address changes.

So today will be a blend of packing, setting aside what we’ll need for the next two days, mentally reviewing flight details, and carving out a few uninterrupted hours to enjoy the game. It feels balanced somehow. Responsibility first. Then a small celebration.

The inlet led to the open ocean through a channel in the upper right of this photo. As a result, several boats were moored here.

Tasmania awaits. Another island. Another chapter. Another set of experiences at Penguin we can remember from ten years ago, when we enjoyed ourselves so much. In Tasmania, we’ll be close to shopping and restaurants, with easy access to the quaint little ocean village with lots of penguin statues.

We’ll be back with more tomorrow, once the suitcases are zipped and the final details are tucked neatly into place.

Enjoy your day, wherever in the world you may be.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 9, 2016:

Surfing and kayaking are popular in both New Zealand and Australia. For more photos, please click here.

A story from ten years ago today…Four days and counting…

A simple life in the country…

Sunset at the alpaca farm in New Plymouth, New Zealand.

Note: It’s ironic that we’re back in New Zealand ten years later. We thought it would be fun to share this story we posted on this date in 2016. See the ten-year-old post below:

“The house has a metal roof, and it’s a veritable hot box on hot days. We have no choice but to leave the sliding doors open. The flies and sand flies are bad. I wear repellent round the clock, re-applying it three times a day.

This alpaca, Amber Rose, who recently gave birth, often looks at me through the kitchen window while I’m preparing meals, at times pressing her nose to the glass.

Last night, a dragonfly was flying around the bedroom, making noise as it bumped into the walls, keeping me awake most of the night. With no screens on any of the doors or windows, we can’t open any of the bedroom windows at night to cool off the hot room.

The fan moves the hot air around but doesn’t seem to cool it down. We’ve only used the comforter on a few occasions.

The WiFi is metered, and we can’t download as many of our favorite shows as we’ve often been able to in other locations. We’re in a tough position, knowing we won’t have good enough WiFi in Bali to download shows. We’d hoped to download everything we’d need while we’re here to watch later in Bali. That may not happen.

Each sunny afternoon, the alpacas crowd to the side of the house to find shelter in the shade. See more below.

I love it here. Tom loves it here. Adaptation. It’s a simple life in the country.

There’s a lot to love; the alpacas; the many comforts in the house; the ever-changing exquisite scenery surrounding us; the sound of the flowing nearby river; the kind and helpful owners, Trish and Neil; the New Zealand people; the ideal shopping fulfilling all of our needs from the health food store to the grass-fed only meat market to the weekly farmers market with the best eggs in the South Pacific.

The number of alpacas in the shade from our house grows with the heat of the sun.

Yes, there is a lot to love. Yesterday, I filled a bowl with a special grass mix for the alpacas and hand-fed it to them as my feet dangled over the edge of the veranda.  I couldn’t take photos while my hands were otherwise busy. It didn’t seem to matter at the time. Sorry about that. Sometimes the experience supersedes all else.

Hanging the laundry on the clothesline is a pleasant experience in itself, as is each time I step outdoors in my bare feet to check to see if it’s dry. The feel of the soft, neatly trimmed grass under my feet sends my senses reeling, reminding me of the yet unproven philosophy of “earthing” or “grounding,” which may have some truth. See here for details.

The grouping of cria started with these four.  They love sitting in this dirt, rolling around, and getting dirty. See below after it grew in numbers.

The rental car sits in the driveway, used only three times a week for various local trips. We don’t want to leave more often. Everything we could possibly want is right here within a few hours’ drive.

In minutes, the group of cria grew to eight.

Yesterday, I walked alone when Tom didn’t feel like joining me. As I approached the cattle, my favorite pregnant female immediately spotted me heading to the fence. She literally danced, so happy to see me, lifting one leg at a time as she rocked in place, shaking her head back and forth, slobber flying from her mouth.

My favorite cow was separated from what may have been her last offspring.  We often find them close to one another, sneaking affection through the fence.

She moaned in frustration as I walked away. Had anyone seen this, they would have laughed at this crazy woman communicating with a cow. I’ve often wondered if I should have lived on a farm when I’ve always been drawn to barnyard animals, rolling dough, and baking bread (in my old life, when I could eat gluten).

Instead, for now, we live this simple life, spending a lot of time outdoors, cooking good meals, mingling with life in the country, and taking photos of precious moments, with the ongoing joy of sharing them daily with all of YOU, as we’ve shown today.

This mom and son, Mont Blanc, were separated by the fence when Mont Blanc crawled under it and escaped. Later, Trish and Neil picked him up and placed him over the fence, not an easy task. We often see them in close contact, perhaps because they remember being once separated. Although Mont Blanc, the only blue-eyed cria in the group of 12, loves playing with the other youngsters.

For those in the US, may you have a fun-filled Super Bowl Sunday, upcoming tomorrow. (We’ll be watching it here on Monday). And to our friends in New Zealand, enjoy the rest of Waitangi Weekend. For details of this holiday, please click here.

Have a happy day in the country, city, desert, mountains or plains or, wherever you may be…”

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 7, 2016:

Last year’s young bulls, in New Plymouth, New Zealand. For more, please click here.

Last evening’s dinner out with Dave and Eing…Five days and counting…

The view from the Mangawhei Tavern as we settled in for dinner.    

Last evening unfolded in one of those quiet, meaningful ways that travel sometimes gifts you when you least expect it. Our thoughtful landlords and new friends, Dave and Eing, insisted on taking us out to dinner, and from the moment we set off, it felt less like an evening out and more like a continuation of the kindness they have shown us since the day we arrived. Early on, we decided we’d pick up the bill.

There was plenty of indoor and outdoor seating. We dined outdoors.

They picked us up as we headed to the town of Mangawhai, where they took a short detour to show us the popular beach. Tomorrow, we’ll share those photos. By 6:15, we entered the Mangawhai Tavern, a familiar local spot that hums with easy conversation and the comfortable pace of a community that knows one another well. There were singles, couples, and families, many with their dogs in tow. I always enjoy visiting restaurants where dogs are allowed outdoors.

Dave and Eing had made a reservation, and our table was ready for us.

The light was already beginning to soften as evening settled in, and there was that relaxed, end-of-day feeling that makes conversation flow a little more freely. We slid into our seats at a large outdoor picnic table, where staff warmly greeted us as we ordered our beverages. Tom ordered beer, and I ordered a glass of Malbec, one of my favorites. In moments, we had our menus in hand, and I perused the menu to see what would work for my eating style. My dish, as shown in the photo, was gluten-free and mostly complied with my way of eating. Tom decided on the delicious fish and chips, as did Dave and Eing.

Tom, ever discreet, quietly made his plan known to the waiter. He asked that the bill for the evening’s drinks and dinner be brought to him when the time came. It was a small gesture, but an important one. After all, Dave and Eing had already done so much for us, and it felt right to return even a fraction of that generosity. Tom gave me a glance and a subtle nod, the universal sign of “it’s handled,” and we settled back into the evening, unaware that events were already moving in a different direction.

Dogs allowed!

Unbeknownst to us, Dave had his own plan in motion. Somehow, between conversation and laughter, he managed to get to the waiter after Tom had talked to him, well before the rest of us had any idea what was happening. By the time plates were cleared and the easy, satisfied pause that follows a good meal arrived, the bill had already been paid in full. There was no discussion, no opportunity to protest. Dave had quietly and decisively taken care of everything.

When we realized what had happened, we were genuinely touched. It wasn’t just the meal itself, though that alone would have been generous. It was the intention behind it, the effortless way they gave without making it feel transactional or performative. Just kindness, offered simply and sincerely.

My meal consisted of a rolled piece of beef in a gluten-free au jus with grilled carrots and greens, all atop a bed of mashed eggplant. On the side was a little cup of pomegranate seeds, which I couldn’t resist. Each bite was delicious!

This dinner was only one more example of the warmth Dave and Eing have shown us throughout our entire stay. Not long after we arrived, Dave read one of my posts where I mentioned, almost in passing, that we had run out of rice. The very next day, he arrived with a fresh bag of jasmine rice, placed it on the counter, and brushed it off as though it were nothing. Those are the moments that linger, the ones that remind you how deeply people can listen and how thoughtfully they can respond.

They invited us to two parties during our time here, welcoming us into their circle and introducing us to friends who immediately made us feel included. Christmas Day dinner was another highlight, one of those dinners that carries a sense of belonging far beyond the holiday itself. We were guests, yes, but never made to feel like outsiders. Conversations flowed easily, stories were shared, and laughter filled the room in that unmistakable way that only happens when people are truly comfortable together.

They all enjoyed the fish and chips.

What we appreciated just as much as their generosity was their company. Dave and Eing have a way of making time slow down, of being fully present in conversation. The friends we met at the parties carried that same easy warmth, and by the end of each gathering, it felt less like meeting new people and more like reconnecting with familiar ones.

Travel often introduces us to beautiful and memorable places, landscapes, and experiences. But every so often, it introduces us to people who leave an even deeper impression. Dave and Eing are firmly in that category. Their thoughtfulness, their generosity, and their genuine interest in making us feel welcome have shaped our time here in ways we will carry with us long after we’ve moved on.

Last evening at the Mangawhai Tavern was about far more than dinner. It was about generosity given freely, friendships formed unexpectedly, and the quiet reminder that sometimes, the best parts of travel have nothing to do with distance at all.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 6, 2016:

Continuation of the historic Plas Mawr home we presented yesterday…This clever seating nook and appropriate narrow table brought visions of “tea time” to mind. For more photos, please click here.

Historic properties worldwide…Out to dinner with our lovely property owners/new friends….

A historic house we visited in New Plymouth, New Zealand. See the 2016 post here.

Visiting historic properties has become one of the quiet anchors of our travels, the steady thread that stitches together countries, climates, and cultures as we move through the world. No matter where we find ourselves, there is something grounding about stepping into a place that has already lived many lives before we arrive. These buildings, estates, ruins, and preserved homes remind us that while our journey feels expansive and modern, it is layered on top of countless human stories that came long before us.

As travelers, we have learned that historic properties are rarely just about architecture. They are about people, routines, conflicts, triumphs, and ordinary days that somehow survived long enough to leave an imprint. Walking through an old manor, a centuries-old farmhouse, or a once grand city residence, we find ourselves slowing down almost instinctively. The pace changes.

The entrance to the sunroom.

One of the most fascinating aspects of visiting historic properties is how universal yet deeply local they are. A stone cottage or a house such as this, which we visited in New Plymouth, New Zealand in 2016, are storytellers. They speak of who had power, who labored behind the scenes, how families gathered, and how survival shaped daily life. We often leave these places with a deeper understanding of the country we are visiting, not from dates and timelines, but from kitchens, bedrooms, gardens, and worn staircases.

Traveling long term has given us the luxury of comparison, something short visits rarely allow. We notice how climate influenced design, such as thick stone walls, as we experienced in Boveglio, Italy, in the Tuscany region. We notice how resources dictated beauty, ornate woodwork where timber was abundant, and simple lines where materials were scarce. Even the smallest details, a hand-carved doorframe or uneven floorboards, hint at the skills and limitations of another era. These are things you cannot fully grasp from books or photos. They need to be experienced in person, quietly, and without rushing.

There is also an emotional element that sneaks up on us when visiting historic properties. Some places feel warm and lived in, almost welcoming, while others carry a heaviness that lingers long after we leave, such as the ruins we visited in Ireland in 2017. Former prisons such as The Tench, which we visited in Hobart, Tasmania, battle sites, such as Normandy, France, in 2014, or homes tied to painful histories often stay with us the longest. They remind us that travel is not always about beauty and escape. Sometimes it is about witnessing, acknowledging, and learning to sit with discomfort as part of understanding the world more honestly.

Seeing these cute flowers was a first for us.

We have found that historic properties often reveal the everyday lives that history books overlook. Grand events are important, but it is the small details that tend to resonate most. A narrow servant staircase tucked out of sight. A child’s bedroom, no larger than a closet. A kitchen hearth worn smooth by generations of hands. These details humanize the past and make it easier to imagine ourselves there, dealing with the same fears, hopes, and routines, just under very different circumstances.

As nomads, these places also provide a strange sense of continuity. When you are constantly moving, it can be easy to feel untethered. Historic properties remind us that movement, change, and adaptation are not new concepts. People have always migrated, rebuilt, expanded, and endured. Standing in a home that has survived wars, economic collapse, or natural disasters puts our own temporary inconveniences into perspective. It is humbling and oddly comforting.

June apologized for the dandelions and the sparse lawn, citing a lack of rain at the time. We could easily imagine a lush green lawn in a more rainy climate.

Some of our favorite moments happen after we leave the property itself. We sit with a coffee nearby, looking back at the structure from a distance, imagining how many others have stood in that same spot with entirely different lives and futures ahead of them. In those moments, travel feels less like ticking destinations off a list and more like participating in an ongoing human story.

Visiting historic properties has taught us to travel with curiosity rather than urgency. These places reward patience and attention. They invite reflection. As we continue to move through the world, they remain some of the most meaningful stops on our journey, quiet reminders that, as we pass through, the stories we encounter are enduring, layered, and deeply worth listening to.

This evening, we’re heading out to dinner with our lovely landlords and new friends, Dave and Eing. They have been incredibly kind to us. Most recently, after Dave read our post about being out of rice, he showed up at the door the next day with a new bag of jasmine rice. Such a small gesture, yet so thoughtful. Tomorrow, we’ll share photos and details from our evening out.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 5, 2016:

Our host, June, whom we met at the supermarket, invited us to see her historic home in New Plymouth, New Zealand. Plas Mawr is a historic custom home built in 1913 by the renowned New Zealand architect James Chapman-Taylor, with a stunning garden as shown here. For more photos, please click here.

For those who haven’t checked in lately…Those annoying ads on our website are gone!…

Agapanthus flowers in New Zealand are classified as weeds and considered invasive, although they are beautiful, as they grow along roads and highways.

After a grueling month spent untangling maintenance issues on our website, I finally feel comfortable placing this chapter gently behind me, at least for a little while. It has been one of those stretches where the work is invisible to everyone else but consumes an extraordinary amount of mental space. The kind of work that follows you into your sleep and reappears first thing in the morning with a new question or concern.

With Hostinger, our excellent hosting company, and its network of technicians worldwide, most major issues have now been resolved. These technicians step in when needed for a reasonable fee, and their expertise has been invaluable. At this point, only a few minor issues remain, nothing urgent enough to demand immediate attention or disrupt our daily posts. For now, the site is running more efficiently than it has in quite some time. However, we are experiencing paragraph spacing issues, which we reported today to our new tech guy. This should be resolved within a day or two.

That said, technology never stands still. Given the current style and design of our site, along with ongoing WordPress changes, I know a redesign will eventually be necessary to ensure compatibility and stability. Rather than rushing into that process while we are constantly on the move, I have decided to postpone the redesign until we reach Marloth Park. There, we will be staying on and off for nine months, providing the stability and focus that such a project truly requires.

When that time comes, I will be sure to notify our readers in advance. There may be a brief period when the site is inaccessible, but it should be no more than a few days. If we do not take this step at some point, the risk is that the site could eventually crash altogether. While I am hopeful it will hold until then, I also want to be transparent. Even if the site were to crash unexpectedly before our planned redesign, we would not be down for long. We monitor things closely and will immediately launch the new version.

In practical terms, the most you would experience is a brief pause in access to our daily posts. There will be nothing for you to do and nothing you need to fix or adjust on your end. We will handle it and keep you informed every step of the way.

I truly appreciate the patience you have shown during this recent maintenance period. It means more than you might realize. I am also relieved and genuinely happy to say that we are now up and running more smoothly in the interim. For those who haven’t checked in lately, you will notice a very welcome change. All of those annoying ads are gone.

We deliberately chose to forgo any potential revenue from that intrusive advertising style. Instead, we chose to focus only on the advertisers displayed on the right side of the page when viewed on a computer and at the bottom of the page when reading on a smartphone. This felt more respectful of your experience and more aligned with the spirit of why we started this site in the first place.

If you are able, please help support us by using those links when they are relevant to you. The small amount of revenue they generate helps offset some of the costs of maintaining this free site. The prices and services are exactly the same as if you visited those websites directly through your browser.

Thank you, as always, for your patience, understanding, and continued presence here with us.
On another note, yesterday turned out to be the hottest day we have experienced since arriving in Kaiwaka in mid December. On paper, it hardly sounded dramatic at all, just 80F or 27C. In reality, the humidity told a very different story. At 95 percent, the air felt thick and unrelenting, with a dew point of 78 degrees creating an oppressive, nearly saturated atmosphere. Everything felt sticky and heavy, even indoors. For the first time, in the late afternoon, we switched on the air conditioner in the lounge room and let it run until bedtime. Thankfully, today feels calm, cooler, and wonderfully comfortable again.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 3, 2016:

A horse, shown in New Plymouth, New Zealand, wore a blanket to regulate body temperature and protect it from the elements. For more photos, please click here.

Ten years ago…Have we changed much in ten years?…

The main thoroughfare, Eliot St., in downtown New Plymouth heads out to the ocean.

The following is a slightly revised (I corrected numerous errors) copy of a post from ten years ago, found here.

“When we arrived in New Plymouth 15 days ago, we expected WiFi to be available. This wasn’t the case, and we had no choice but to head to a local phone store, buy a device, and load up on expensive data.

To date, we’ve spent NZ 593 and US $388 on Internet access fees, an expense we hadn’t anticipated. Don’t get me wrong… the owners are very kind and caring people, and we’ve greatly appreciated their efforts and attention to detail.

They had no idea it would take so long to get service, assuming only a day or two. They’d tried to arrange it over the holidays but couldn’t pin down a date. We have no doubt they tried. But, as in many parts of the world, not everything happens according to a schedule one would prefer.

Ornate house on a corner.

Actually, we feel bad about how much pressure we’ve placed on them as the WiFi bill continues to rack up expenses day after day. Yesterday, I paid the bill after Spark set up an account for us to be paid monthly, without requiring a 12-month contract.

Yesterday, Trish stopped by with an extra fan (without our asking) since we’ve been hauling the one fan we had up and down the stairs every day. Although the air is relatively cool here in summer, the metal roof makes the house very hot on sunny days.

St. Andrews Presbyterian Church in downtown New Plymouth is another historic building.

We’ve decided to keep the doors open, welcoming the cool breezes most days, and deal with the flies. They aren’t biting flies and seem fairly easy to swat with the flyswatter we purchased. They are considerably less prevalent on cooler, windy days. By dinner time, we close the doors, kill the flies, and have dinner, preferring that no flies buzz over our food. This plan seems to be working.

After handing me the fan, Trish explained she’d heard from Vodafone, who are to arrive today. We had an appointment with June for today and had planned to grocery shop after we were done. We immediately contacted June, apologizing and kindly asking that we change the date. She was happy to make a change.

Contemporary houses overlooking the ocean.

In the process, we decided to postpone the grocery shopping until Thursday, after Tom’s 10:15 dentist appointment. We have enough food on hand for Wednesday’s meals. Goodness, we haven’t had “appointments” to speak of other than our medical exams while in Australia.

We’ve loved having a simple life, avoiding planning and instead waiting until we “feel like” doing something. Now, we have three dinner reservations looming: for Valentine’s Day, my birthday, and our anniversary; Tom’s dental appointments; and the meeting with June.

Has our free-spirited lifestyle taken a break while we’re here in convenient New Zealand with everything we could need or want at our fingertips? There’s even a movie theatre here showing current US movies at NZ 10, US $6.55 for seniors. Perhaps, we’ll give it a try on a rainy day.

Modern-style houses and apartments.

The last time Tom and I attended a movie together was in the theatres on cruise ships or watching on the huge screen out by the beach, but attending an actual movie theatre?

The last time I attended a movie, Interstellar, was with my son Greg in December 2014 in Hawaii, when the family visited us on the Big Island. Both my sons and I always enjoyed attending movies together, especially back in my days of eating popcorn, long since passed.

Seldom do we have access to an English-speaking movie theatre. Seldom do we make appointments, locking ourselves into specific dates and times for events, except on travel days.

As much as parts of our lives may require extensive planning and preparation for the next leg of the journey, the next year, and, oftentimes, two years out, our daily lives are simple and uncomplicated. Somehow, it all works.

When all is said and done, we’re blissfully happy. Having accomplished that single feat in life is more than either of us ever expected during these “golden years” of our lives.

On Valentine’s night, we have a dinner reservation at Table Restaurant, as shown on the right of this photo.

Isn’t that our ultimate desire… happiness, seemingly elusive, yet once a decision is made to become happy? We often find the opportunities to do so right at our fingertips. We’re truly blessed and grateful to have found it, and we’ll continue to hang on tight for as long as we can.

May your day bring you happiness.”

After reading this ten-year-old post, I don’t see that we’ve changed that much. We may have become more tolerant, resilient, and perhaps even more resourceful after a plethora of unexpected experiences. We are still the same individuals and the same couple who thrive on life on the road and being together. Who knows what the future holds, or whether we’ll still be traveling in years to come? We live one day at a time, grateful for every opportunity, for every moment, of precious life on the move in this vast world.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, February 2, 2016:

Colorful apartment building in New Plymouth, New Zealand. For more photos, please click here.