Postcards from New Zealand: Day Thirty-Eight

Today I stayed home alone, but it was nice out and I wanted to take my book for a walk to this the Packing Shed, a garden cafe in our neighborhood. But, I didn't have any money, and there's no bank in walking distance, and this place is a far cry from Starbucks, where you pay with your credit card. After pulling change out of every pants pocket, I was only twenty cents short of what I knew I needed for a "flat white," a kiwi cappuccino (there is no "regular" coffee here, just "long black," which is like a big espresso, and "flat white," which is like a wet cappuccino). Luckily, I found twenty cents in the laundry room when I went to change the washing.