The little home (and I say home because it felt like that, not just a little house I stayed in for a while, but a home) was very much what the doctor ordered (and needed). Its a quiet, serene little space in the woods in the middle of the city. It felt so gentle and kind and warming to recuperate there after 3 months of living out of my car traveling around NZ. Though there is so much to see and do in Auckland I felt myself perfectly content to stay inside (granted it was raining and windy outside) much of the time, read my books, play my guitar and sip on coffee. Then to stroll down the street to Mt Eden village for a visit to the bakery or fruit and veggie market or the neighborhood bookstore or whatever after a short hike to the top of the hill for a sunset view of the city. Its was a stupendously rejuvenating week work of days.