9 flights and 20 something hotels…

I’ve been at this now for about 2.5 months – and officially entering the pure vacation period of it all. I become somewhat nostalgic when I think that all of this traveling will end in only a few weeks. I find myself culturally confused – still thanking people in Hindi rather than Afrikan, wobbling my head to say yes when it only makes me look indecisive, driving on the left hand side of the road has become so normal that the LA highways and I may not get along when I return… I order things spicy now rather than mild, still finding anything without peppers or curry in it bland. Except salads – which I crave, making up for 2 months of lost time in India. :)Luke and I got to Cape Town yesterday afternoon. We enjoyed a couple weeks in the northern bit of South Africa – road tripping through Swaziland (which we absolutely fell in love with – I want to move there), White River, Malelone, Sabe, etc. We have two and a half weeks here in the Cape – a stationary time that we’re quite excited about. There’s been talk of sky diving over table mountain, getting certified for scuba diving, road trips to Jeffrey’s Bay, and spending some time in the wine area of Paarl. Fun adventures lay ahead.We’re staying with the Aeschliman’s – long time childhood friends. It’s like coming home. Tammy, Amy and Jason are the keys to my childhood – an odd collection of memories from Belize, France, Hawaii, and states all over the US – we grew up spending the peak of our adventures with one another. It’s a joy to be here, in a new place, creating new adventures.So, we’re doing well. I’m going to be spending the next few days writing and processing the last few months – trying to start getting things on paper to find the niche to all that I’ve been learning and exposed to.As I sit right now (with a thatched roof above my head), I can see the ocean in the distance and the rain falling on the palm trees outside. Gordon sits across from me at his computer working, Amy’s downstairs reading a book, while Luke plays guitar in the loft. Soon we’ll venture out into the rain to pay a visit to the ocean and brave the cold water, which Amy describes as a chainsaw to your head (sounds lovely, doesn’t it?) :).I’m excited to be here!

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