no, not that way.
you see, totally plugged in actually. in africa.
today, i feel connected. to africa (albeit, quite a different africa than i'm used to). rather, this new and familiar slash unfamiliar africa. the day starts with sparkling, crisp sunshine and heat. i take a run, blaring 'new york city girl' and 'ring my bell' on my iphone, securely strapped to my armband. i stride confidently down kloof street, the epicenter of cape town cool. did i mention that this city is TINY? it is, and loving it! manna epicure. melissa's. the hills and home cascading down table mountain? i return in a deep sweat to a magnificent café latté, courtesy of the team at 2 inn 1.
with minimal screaming, i rouse the kids and jane. sunny side up eggs abound, toasted ciabatta, more lattés, and we are finally off for the penguin colony at boulders' beach. andi, our budding vegetarian, is delighted with the sight on animals roaming freely, and we frolick with our normally-in-the-antarctic friends in the indian ocean. spectacular, although we all emerge sunburned. jane does not comprehend, despite our slathering of no. 30 ... as i insist, we ARE in africa in [their] summer, my dear.
we head further south - the incredible cape of good hope awaits. fierce winds blow as we head up to cape point, and make our way to the south western most tip of africa - wild and beautiful! we head north, stopping at olympia café (thanks debbie!) for treats. we scurry back to higgovale, our home away from home, and luxuriate in rain showers and don our lovely duds. we are expected at michelle and david's (and their six children's home) at 5:30 for cocktails and dinner.
it's sublime! incredible hosts, bearing gifts for all (a beautiful framed photo of us together at café gitane, chocolates for the kids) and are greeted by our new cape town friends and their fabulous six children. we drink, tour, discuss marc jacobs and trips to devi garh; we talk about wild fires on lions' head, and ladurée macarons. david mans the range, cooking all manner of gourmet food - michelle and i set the enormous dinner table, chatting about serendipity.
the kids are summoned for dinner - gnocchi, haricots verts, risotto, and incredible red wine. we laugh, discuss politics, breast cancer, and paris; the kids play play station and chat (facebook?). the evening draws to a close, sadly - we profess to be lifelong friends and meet imminently in india.
upon our return 'home', jane insists that we watch a dvd together - french, of course. i get sidetracked, drawn into political diatribe in the sitting area with guests from the uk. as if the seven glasses of wine have not been enough, i join them in an eighth - when one refers to a bottle of champagne in his room, we are goaded into another round, toasting obama and socialized medicine.
jane, fast asleep. pity. gelsie calls from new york - she's having twins! good news. i'm engaged in all manner of good things - vacation is so lovely, so warm, so challenging, so much fun.
tomorrow - robben island, where nelson mandela was in prison for years. amazing.
you see, totally plugged in actually. in africa.
today, i feel connected. to africa (albeit, quite a different africa than i'm used to). rather, this new and familiar slash unfamiliar africa. the day starts with sparkling, crisp sunshine and heat. i take a run, blaring 'new york city girl' and 'ring my bell' on my iphone, securely strapped to my armband. i stride confidently down kloof street, the epicenter of cape town cool. did i mention that this city is TINY? it is, and loving it! manna epicure. melissa's. the hills and home cascading down table mountain? i return in a deep sweat to a magnificent café latté, courtesy of the team at 2 inn 1.
with minimal screaming, i rouse the kids and jane. sunny side up eggs abound, toasted ciabatta, more lattés, and we are finally off for the penguin colony at boulders' beach. andi, our budding vegetarian, is delighted with the sight on animals roaming freely, and we frolick with our normally-in-the-antarctic friends in the indian ocean. spectacular, although we all emerge sunburned. jane does not comprehend, despite our slathering of no. 30 ... as i insist, we ARE in africa in [their] summer, my dear.
we head further south - the incredible cape of good hope awaits. fierce winds blow as we head up to cape point, and make our way to the south western most tip of africa - wild and beautiful! we head north, stopping at olympia café (thanks debbie!) for treats. we scurry back to higgovale, our home away from home, and luxuriate in rain showers and don our lovely duds. we are expected at michelle and david's (and their six children's home) at 5:30 for cocktails and dinner.
it's sublime! incredible hosts, bearing gifts for all (a beautiful framed photo of us together at café gitane, chocolates for the kids) and are greeted by our new cape town friends and their fabulous six children. we drink, tour, discuss marc jacobs and trips to devi garh; we talk about wild fires on lions' head, and ladurée macarons. david mans the range, cooking all manner of gourmet food - michelle and i set the enormous dinner table, chatting about serendipity.
the kids are summoned for dinner - gnocchi, haricots verts, risotto, and incredible red wine. we laugh, discuss politics, breast cancer, and paris; the kids play play station and chat (facebook?). the evening draws to a close, sadly - we profess to be lifelong friends and meet imminently in india.
upon our return 'home', jane insists that we watch a dvd together - french, of course. i get sidetracked, drawn into political diatribe in the sitting area with guests from the uk. as if the seven glasses of wine have not been enough, i join them in an eighth - when one refers to a bottle of champagne in his room, we are goaded into another round, toasting obama and socialized medicine.
jane, fast asleep. pity. gelsie calls from new york - she's having twins! good news. i'm engaged in all manner of good things - vacation is so lovely, so warm, so challenging, so much fun.
tomorrow - robben island, where nelson mandela was in prison for years. amazing.
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