Tutu, two-two, 22!

It is officially my birthday. Based on time-span, that is. Based on date, however, yesterday was my birthday. I spent most of it on a bus between Opononi and Auckland.

But at one stop, I got to laugh at hungry cows!

The gal in the picture is from Germany but is nannying in Auckland. We met her and her friend last week on the bus out of Auckland. They stayed in Paihia while we traveled on to Opononi. Reunited on the bus back to Auckland, they surprised me by remembering my birthday and singing to me in the morning! They couldn't remember my name, but hey, I'm far more impressed with them remembering my birthday.

Back in Auckland at night, I said the line that will go down as one of the most ridiculous things I've ever said to Scott:

"Thanks for my bastard!"

Yes, Scott gave me a bastard for my birthday.

That is, a Bastard Burger from BurgerFuel in downtown Auckland. A deeelicious Bastard Burger stuffed with 1/3 Pound ground beef, melted cheddar, beetroot, mango, avocado, bacon, salad, relish, and aioli.

The burger is even more massive than the picture shows... I'd already eaten 1/4 of it before caving into my tourist-taking-pictures-of-everything desires.

I feel odd saying I'm 22. Still young--very young--but somehow more dignified-sounding than 21, if any age in the 20s can be considered dignified!

Oh, what the hey am I talking about. I'm still young and undignified. Heehee!