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| Camps Bay, CT |
It rained twice in the five glorious weeks that constituted
my introduction to Cape Town – the day I arrived and the day I left.
It has been almost two years since I left that beautiful
city - a sufficient amount of time to erode the crispness of fresh memory.
When I think of those sweet weeks of growth and exploration, Cape Town feels like a reverie of something akin to warm light. I remember sunrises and the sensation a plethora of small pistons igniting my mind and spirit.
When I think of those sweet weeks of growth and exploration, Cape Town feels like a reverie of something akin to warm light. I remember sunrises and the sensation a plethora of small pistons igniting my mind and spirit.
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| Fish Hoek |
Now I’m moving there. Sitting in the Frankfurt airport, I keep checking my passport. Page 14 displays a study visa that will allow me to live as a student in South Africa.
I’m headed first to Malawi where I lived last year. I will
then travel overland to South Africa with my dear friend Andrea.
Stay tuned!
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| Penguins, Boulder's Bay |
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