Our social circle is expanding and we are THRIVING in Timaru. Our best friend count has now increased to TWO today with the new addition of Charlie.

When he first sat down beside us, full of lopsided grins and good manners, I disregarded him as just another elderly fellow with a walker needing a rest. I wasn’t planning on having any manner of extended conversation beyond pleasantries, as I was planted on that particular bench to swipe Wifi from the nearby grocery store. But MAN, when Charlie asked us if we wanted to see something that would “freak us out,” a dialogue really opened up. After the invitation to view his left foot, sans shoe, four of five little piggies permanently off to market, we were instantly bonded. From there he proceeded to tell us about his blood clots, hospitalization, and getting hit by a car, while he cracked open a bourbon and cola mixer. (No stories, however, about the 4 missing teeth.)

Between sips, our new pal took care to politely ask about us as well. When he heard we were Americans his excitement could hardly be contained, quizzing us to see if we’d been to Brooklyn and if we knew Neil Diamond. This was the pivotal moment when our newfound friendship became official, and he formally introduced himself. Outstretching his right hand, showing off the faded spiderweb inked across the back, the three of us shook hands, sharing open smiles. Our intimacy only grew from there as the topic turned to tender love. “So, are you going to marry her?” he questioned Eric, his head swiveling spastically between the two of us. My love let out an embarrassed chuckle before countering, “I don’t know, should I?” “Of course!” replied our new friend, eyes bulging as he sagely counseled us on our future. “Of course you should get married!” After thanking him for his guidance and advice, we parted ways, both parties smiling, shaking their heads.

-K

^ Speaking of alcohol… and a first! Red, red wiiiiine! Strictly NZ, however. Gotta drink local, support the economy. Doing the duty.