Broken Chips/Broken Body
Broken Chips/Broken Body This blog has been on hiatus since March 6, the day we left for a two-week trip to New Zealand. Over the next few weeks, I will be sharing and reflecting on experiences and observations from this marvelous trip. One morning I walked down to the waterfront in Queenstown. Queenstown is in the middle of the South Island, surrounded by mountains and sits on a lake. (Several scenes from the Lord of the Rings movies were filmed near here.) As I was looking at the lake and watching the seagulls fly around, a guy walked up to me. It didn’t appear that he had had a bath in several days and was accustomed to sleeping outdoors. He asked if I wanted to feed the seagulls out of my hand. I said, “No, thank you,” basically as a polite way to distance myself. He said, “You can offer them these chips in your hand, and they will eat out of it. It’s pretty cool.” He extended his hand to me and opened it. In the palm of his hand were some broken potato chips.