the first few times i saw folks walking around without shoes, the weather was cold and wet but they had a rastafarian, granola look about them and i figured them to be dedicated to being one with the world.

when i crossed paths with the middle aged, balding guy who’s gut nearly drooped past his too tight shorts coming barefoot out of the grocery i realized this wasn’t just a hippy thing.

turns out being barefoot is all good here and not even an uncommon sight in restaurants. i wish i could tell you that this flair for foot display is due to the kiwi’s having exceptional gorgeous feet but that has not been my experience so far…