A 20-hour long flight, a 2-hour drive and a $42 ticket. That is all it took for me to go to Hobbiton. Ever since I watched the first Lord of the Ringsmovie, visiting the set in New Zealand was a dream of mine. I knew flying to the other half of the Earth wouldn’t be an easy task, but it was all worth it to see, in person, the fantasy land I read about in the books and watched on the screen.
I went to the set as soon as I got to Auckland, and during the drive I was quiet, worried if it would live up to all my expectations.
“Maria, is everything okay? Why are you so quiet?” asked my mom, as she was driving us there.
“Yeah, I’m just worried it won’t be as cool as I imagine it to be,” I answered, looking at the set pictures for the thousandth time.
“I’m sure it’ll suck!” said my brother. I look at him with an annoyed look on my face, ready to start a fight. He would always tease about liking fantasy books so much, and I always get really mad.
“No fighting during the trip!” interrupted my mom, “It’ll be even more amazing than you think, Maria. I know how much you like your weird books and movies,” she continued. For the rest of the trip, I didn’t even notice the time pass; all the excitement and chatter distracted me.
The first thing I noticed when I got there was that it was packed with tourists. It was a Tuesday in the middle of July and the weather was quite pleasant, so I should have expected for people to want to there; but still, Hobbiton, a place meant for creatures that are about a meter tall, filled with normal sized humans that were clearly not residents of the Middle Earth was an interesting sight.
Nevertheless, as I walked around, I noticed that the Shire was definitely what I had expected: The bright blue of the sky that contrasted with the green of the grass; the Hobbit Holes peeking out from the hills. It was truly magical.
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