Another freezing cold day in the north of the US had me longing for warmer weather. We set off for breakfast, but our first choice was unexpectedly closed on Wednesdays. Undeterred, we walked around the corner to “Afternoon Delight,” a diner-style spot. The food arrived quickly, although my poached eggs—left in the water a bit too long—did little to warm my heart.
Back at the car, we enjoyed a little impromptu tiki tour before heading to Michigan Stadium for our pre-booked tour of the “Big House.” Our guide, Paul, a passionate and proud Michigan fan known for his endearing, if somewhat bumbled, storytelling—regaled us with endless tales about everything from concession stands to the stadium’s history. We began the tour on the third floor, where we had a sweeping view of the field set the stage for insights into season ticket perks, the concession stands, and the impressive array of facilities run by the Athletics Department.
Next, we ventured into the game day–only locker room before stepping onto the field, where the kids enjoyed a chance to run around. Although the artificial turf didn’t look particularly inviting at first glance, it’s the only practical choice given Michigan’s frequent snowfall—and some players even prefer it, citing fewer ankle and knee injuries.
Once the tour wrapped up, we hopped back in the car and headed into town for a quick hot drink at Starbucks, which helped us thaw out. We wandered around the shops, including a stop at the University Shop for some clothing for TJ (no way were the girls going to wear anything in blue and gold, too reminiscent of Rangi’s colours!). A leisurely stroll through the university quad led us to the law library, an awe-inspiring space where we’d have loved to study.
On our way back to the car, we passed by a cluster of frat houses; one was hosting a party on the lawn, complete with dunking games.
We headed to Zingerman’s, an Ann Arbor institution renowned for its exceptional deli fare. The moment we stepped inside, we were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread and slow-roasted meats. While waiting for our sandwiches, we browsed the extensive display of produce. The sandwiches arrived and proved to be both enormous and delicious—truly satisfying.
On leaving, we decided to try one of their famous brownies, which we quickly demolished. Impressed, I ran back in to grab a few more and struck up a conversation with the cashier. He was curious about my origins and asked what the term Kiwi meant—wondering even if the term could ever be seen as derogatory. Ultimately, he was delighted to have made a Kiwi friend. When I realized I’d accidentally gotten my order mixed up, he graciously handed me an additional brownie free of charge.
If you ever find yourself in Ann Arbor, I highly recommend a visit to Zingerman’s!
Before heading home, we stopped by a Kroger supermarket for some supplies. Scanning the cereal aisle, it wasn’t hard to see why obesity is such an issue.
Back at home, it was time to relax and do some washing, while the boys headed back to the baseball stadium to watch Michigan play. The game was free, and they bumped into Paul from earlier—he was apparently delighted to see them again. During the game, one of Paul’s mates was throwing out free t-shirts and so Mark made it his mission to get one. He went and spoke to the guy handing them out and did his usual blag about being from NZ etc. Another guy nearby obviously fell for it and gave him a foul ball and at the next Michigan strike out, Paul’s mate threw TJ a t-shirt although it was unfortunately too small for him but was quickly snapped up by Greer.
