Those are the coordinates to the prettiest place on the planet, Cape Foulwind, New Zealand.
See? I told you.
All right, all right, I'll admit it: there might have been a tiny bit of iPhoto editing in play in the photo above, but only because it was fun. It was even more striking when seen as it really was that day in March 2011 when I walked along the cliffside.
Even as I took these photos, I was thinking, "I will never be able to adequately explain how beautiful this place is, right here, right now." And I was right.
Not for the first time on this trip did I feel the urge to just sit down and refuse to leave.
It was here, with the Southern Alps in the background, the green hillsides with sheep grazing (yes, of course there were sheep--this is New Zealand after all), and the Tasman Sea crashing on the rocks below the cliffs, that I fantasized about phoning home, arranging to have my home and all my belongings sold, cashing in my return ticket and staying forever.
Naturally, I didn't, but an inkling of that idea has stayed with me....not that I would do it, but that I could do it. And so could you.
Not too much later that day, the wind picked up and shifted as a front moved in. That's when I got a glimpse of the cape's other personality. Makes sense, right? They wouldn't have named it "Foulwind" for nothing.
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