Monday, December 1, 2003

Arrowtown (2 of ?)

I quickly learned that shopping in Arrowtown was something of a puzzle.  Everything that you could buy in Arrowtown was sold in two different stores -- for different prices.  The trick was figuring out what to buy where.  I walked up and down the street twice -- once figuring out what I wanted and where to buy it cheapest, then again going back to make my purchases.  It was small enough that I could do that -- and a beautiful day to be walking around as well.

They had a lovely little public park next to the post office (hmmm, post office...) and I sat there for awhile just resting and soaking up the pretty day.  Then I went back down the street for a meat pie and some tea.

Yummy meat pie, although I find I am incapable of eating a meat pie ANYWHERE without softly humming bits from the score of "Sweeney Todd."

As for tea ...  I don't get what it is about the U.S. and tea.  England (obviously) knows tea.  Australia and New Zealand have clearly accepted the teaness of their English heritage, and understand tea.  Maybe it was that whole dumping-it-into-Boston-Harbor thing, but the U.S. has never really allowed tea its rightful position as an equal to coffee.  (I'm not even talking about the whole scones and preserves and clotted cream thing -- which, btw, is not to be overlooked under any circumstances.  I'm just talking the beverage.)  Tea is always a distant second in the States.  You can get them to put ANYTHING in your coffee, but ask someone for a little milk to put in your tea and they look at you like you've just asked where to buy anthrax.  Here, they OFFER you milk. "Would you like milk in that?"  "Why thank you, yes."  Was that so difficult?  Man, I love travelling to countries that respect tea-drinkers.

2 comments:

andreakingme said...

So, NZ, while your walking along communing with nature or sitting at one of the shops, can you TELL that you are in a different country? Does it feel different? Is the air thicker or anything? The sun brighter? And did the milk taste the same?

How do Queenstowners pronounce the name Karen?

(No, I don't get out much.)

nzforme said...

Sun same. Air same. Milk same. But the little place where you sit and soak things up was just different. I mean, it was this TINY little park area, "dedicated to the public" probably because it was too small for a building. And there were benches in these little shady bits that were covered with roses. Just a beautiful use of a little leftover space. Felt not-American.