While it has been amazing and fun updating this blog, Eric and I are starting something new at a different bloggy address. Want to check it out? Head over to our new blog, An Urban Acre, and take a read. Follow once again, if you want! =) The new blog will be all about DIY, travel, motherhood, and whole bunch of other things... I've explained it all in our first post over there. Thanks for your faithfulness in reading this blog, and I hope to see you at our new home.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
This morning was the last morning before three more Arizonans arrived to join our happy little party, so we took the day to relax. When we rented our car, we noticed that the stereo was a little... odd. It would turn on, and turn down, but you couldn't turn it off, nor could you change the station. We discovered this morning that when we tried to push a button the whole face plate went "klunk" onto the floor. Note that it was not designed to be a removable face plate. I think I saw the transmission when it came off. So, we decided to return the car in case they would charge it to us. We simply had to breakfast at Woolies, since it was on the way. This Wooolworths cafe has won awards for its design and innovation, but somehow they can't turn on the heat. Oh, Africa. I ordered scones...
Woolie's seriously has the best scones with jam and cream. After returning the car, we headed home and I started to write out a few blog posts in advance and promptly fell asleep. I spent the afternoon napping (yay!), and Eric went out for a run (overachiever!). After waking up, I discovered that the family had had a busy day, and so I offered to make dinner... A traditional South African dinner. But first I had to hit up Pinterest to figure out what that was... I think I got myself in over my head. I settled on making boerewors, a beef sausage with veggies. Traditionally it is cooked on the brai, but I chose to sautee it. I think it turned out ok!
I also made a take on the french ham and cheese using a baguette, prosciutto, emmental swiss cheese, and fig jam. YUMMM. After dinner, we headed to bed early as the arrival of our friends was early in the morning and we knew the next few days were going to be crazy-town!
(Sorry for the lack of photos today, somehow naps just aren't photo-worthy)
Tune in tomorrow to hear about how we fought an army of seatbelts in the pouring rain (we lost), High Tea at the Victoria and Albert Hotel, and our lamb burger in Stellenbosch.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Today dawned as rainy as the previous evening, so our plans to try to make it to Table Mountain (only open when it’s sunny), were thwarted yet again. However, we did head out to breakfast today at a place called Mugg and Bean. They have the most enormous muffins! We each had one and could eat only half. I greatly appreciate that baked goods here are far less sugary are much more like bread here than in the states. While there we watched the local sporting events on TV… Ultra Marathons. Welcome to Africa my friends! Not that I thought I was some kind of bad you-know-what runner before, but I was further humbled to watch two South Africans easily finish first and second in a DOUBLE marathon at nearly exactly the time it took me to run ONE. And then die. That, my friends, is genetics, oh and training.
Following breakfast we decided to drive to a little French settlement called Franschoek that specializes in (you guessed it) WINE! Eric loves this trip. We drove an hour or so through the rain to get there. You’ll have to excuse the photos, as we couldn’t really pull over to get out of the car, but at one point we were driving right up to a ridge, and it looked as if we would drive off of the end of the world right into a cloud (Like The Gods Must Be Crazy, but with fewer cliffs).
Upon our arrival the weather was dismal, so we chose to eat at a delightful restaurant wth aan even more delightful view, Roca at Dieu Donna. The menu is what I would describe as Frrench South African fusion, like springbok risotto, and duck flavored with local spices.
Eric and I shared a meat and tapas platter...
I ordered the besk chicken of my life: Boursin stuffed de-boned chicken on a bed of wild mushroom risotto with sautéed fresh vegetables.
A few of my table mates ordered the prime rib. AN ENTIRE KILOGRAM OF PRIME RIB. Not good with conversions? That’s 2.2 lbs of STEAK! And they both finished it. #mancard #winning
After our delicious dinner, those of us who did not eat our weight in meat had room for dessert, and lucky thing we did. The crème brulee was espresso flavored (I think it’s in my DNA), and it was the best crème brulee I’ve ever had in my life. It was gone in roughly 37 seconds. Not really, but it was close to that.
Not only was the food amazing, but the location and views were equally stunning!
No making fun of my preggo belly! Only 12 weeks to go!
We tried to take our party brandy tasting, but the tasting room was closed. Just as well, since we opted to take a different scenic route home. This was the first night that we haven’t had an organized dinner (everyone was still stuffed from our lunch), so the boys took it as an opportunity to tackle the problem of the internet.
Brief aside: This place is amazing. It is cosmopolitan, modern, and forward thinking. But… this is still AFRICA. Laws, infrastructure, social norms… these are just a few of the things that we Americans take for granted that are not so reliable here. Laws are enforced… kind of. Infrastructure is there… in a way. And society is still trying to figure itself out after the collapse of the apartheid in the 70s. Our internet situation is a fantastic example of that. When we arrived, our hosts had just picked up a router for their wifi (yay!). Upon plugging it in, there was still no service (boo). So a new router was purchased, a different kind (yay!), still no signal (boo). We discovered you have to pre-pay for data, so we bought some (yay!), but our speeds were roughly around .01MPS (double boo). This left them with one real option – buy a giant antenna, and attach it to the house. Oh yeah, and it needed to be gale-force wind proof. In a matter of two days this was done (yay!). We had internet – glorious fast internet for all of… ten minutes (boo). Realizing that fast internet shot the usage through the roof, our hosts will now be paying an exorbitant amount (by American standards) to have enough data to run their business.
All this to say that this is still a strange place, Africa. And while I think of this continent as the most ancient of them all (I know that makes ZERO sense, but I’m the math teacher, OK? Not science or history), in so many ways the nations here are just babies, trying to raise themselves without many of the tools they need. So many people want to swoop in and “fix” the problems here, be it social or economic. But the fact is, like most things, these issue are vast, and complex and they involve a lot more actual humans than the statistics suggest.
That entire aside is to explain to you why I am 4 days behind on this blog, but am now ultra-grateful, yet again, to have been born into the family and nation that I was. We have our problems, but all the way from Africa, I’m going to give a big old, “God bless the USA!”
Tune in tomorrow to hear about our breakfast at Woolworths, and how I cooked boerewors (beef sausage stuff) for South Africans and they even ate it.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
This morning we breakfasted at home – I tried my first rusk! It’s sort of like a biscuit but denser and with all the water sucked out. The idea is that you dip it in your tea or coffee to soften it up. They are pretty good, as long as you don’t try the muesli flavor – raisins should keep themselves out of baked goods. Period.
Our friends are just getting settled in their new home and the furniture situation was kind of a hodgepodge.
Just kidding, it was nowhere near that bad, but the layout lacked any real direction or functionality and the walls all lacked pictures. We spent the morning shoving furniture and rugs about, and deciding where all of the pictures should hang. It looks so much more like a home. I'd post a photo, but let's be honest - would YOU want me to post a photo of YOUR living room on the interwebs if we stayed with you? Didn't think so.
After a long morning of that and laundry (yee-haw!), we decided everyone needed out of the house, so we set off to the nature reserve down the street for tea. Between the time we left the house and the time we arrived at the nature reserve (roughly 2.78 minutes), the weather had gone from partly cloudy to completely ridiculous with gale force winds. We ducked into the little café for our tea (or a “tall decaf cappuccino” in my case. Also can anyone name that movie?) and scones.
After seeing that the weather was getting no better and much worse, we decided to go out for a little stroll in the park before the rain came in earnest. We saw some lovely flowers…
Just as we arrived home, the rain began to pour down, and it rained steadily for the rest of the evening. There’s nothing quite like lying down and listening to the rain, especially when it’s a little chilly. *sigh*
Good thing we were all ready for our barbeque! FYI barbeques, both the event and the object are called Brai here. Odd. And equally as odd is that everyone here has one… inside. Yep. Just like a living room, family room, or kitchen, homes here have a “brai room.” Rain? Wind? Pitch black outside? No problem. I think these South Africans are on to something here. We threw a few
steaks on the barbie brai, and one of our hosts made some cheese and
onion toasted sandwiches with some kind of chutney (don’t knock it ‘till you
try it!). So we all settled down to our BBQ dinner as the rain and wind howled
There was even a bit of sticky toffee pudding for dessert!
The resulting food coma sent me over the edge and straight to bed! Tune in tomorrow to hear about how we drove into a cloud, visited “little France,” and how I had the best crème brulee (and worst heartburn – thanks baby boy!), of my life. Good night for now!
Monday, June 2, 2014
This morning we slept in until 10AM – glorious vacation! We even skipped breakfast o that we could be extra hungry for lunch. We headed out on our drive to Fair View, a vineyard with cheese tasting and a restaurant, basically heaven. On the way we discovered that our radio was not working but that we had an aux in cable! Hooray for all of the music we have on our phones! Oh wait... everything is in the cloud... And we have no data. So, we were stuck listening to my marathon playlist. We now know all the words (sounds?) to Gangham Style and also most Pitbull songs. #forthewin. Aaaaaanyway, Fair View is famous for their goats (and goat cheese! Yum!), and when you drive up to park your car, you are next to the goat enclosure. And like every good goat enclosure there is a goat tower with a goat ladder. Obviously.
(If I were a goat, I would live in this tower, or maybe France - it's a toss up)
I'm actually seriously impressed at their ability to climb their little goat stairs. But I guess if there are two hay filled goat apartments at stake, I would brave the ladder even if my feet were cloven. And sometimes when life gives you the opportunity, you need to take a selfie with goats in a tower.
Our party did a tasting of 6 wines and 6 cheeses for a grand total of $2.50/person. Did I mention we are never coming home?
Our tasting coordinator even let us taste a 2001 Shiraz that is quite famous throughout the country and not on the menu. It turns out there was only ONE BOTTLE left, and we snapped it right up. Their next vintage is the 2012, so we feel pretty much like we won the wine lotto. It’ll be quite enjoyable post baby. I also think Eric is particularly enjoying this trip, as he ends up handling my share of the tasting due to the fact that I am takin’ care of our little boy. Good thing vineyards are pretty!
After tasting some wine, we headed over to the other side of the room to taste their CHEESE. We even got to taste this…
I declined. I'm not sure who Donald is, but his poor goats...
They did have a France-worthy bread selection...
Cheese, bread, and wine, my three favorite food groups!
After a delightful lunch (pasta in a cream sauce with zucchini and chunks of salami – Mmmmm!), we took a nice drive to the university town of Stellenbosch. Such a nice little town and great for walking. We had a bit of gelato, and I realized that I ALWAYS order coffee flavored gelato, and when I don’t I am always disappointed. And inevitably Eric and I will order the same thing unless we confer beforehand. Awwwwww! (Ok, you can go vomit now).
(We asked the lady behind the counter how to say the name of the flavor in the front left of this picture. She shrugged and said, "I don't know, do I look Italian to you?" Um, well, not exactly...)
My gelato: Espresso and Biscotti flavored!
While we were walking around we saw this sign...
Apparently Stellenbosch is for steak lovers, alert Ron Burgundy. Also I feel awkward about eating the steak from the national animal. Poor springboks.
Some beautiful flowers for sale.
And as we drove home, I snapped this shot of our neighborhood – check out those mountains!
After putting our friend’s toddler down for the night, the adults headed out to Bosa restaurant in Sommerset West (the town where we are staying), and ordered dinner. It was difficult for me to conceive of a Bosa that does not serve exclusively doughnuts, but I did order a delicious pizza that had avocado on top. And let me just say that the avocados I buy at Fry’s are superior to any I’ve seen here. Arizona and Mexican food for the win (at least today). Eric also got a delicious treat in the form of a very cheap glass of what is normally outrageously expensive Scotch. The verdict is that although he loved it, we are still too cheap to buy a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.
Tune in tomorrow to hear about laundry (Yay! I won’t really tell you about the laundry I did, but it did eat up a significant chunk of my morning. Womp womp.), decorating the house (yay for real), the windiest tea I’ve ever had, and how we barbequed. Indoors.
Goodnight for now!
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Yesterday evening, we all decided (while half asleep) that we should rent an additional car that Eric and I could drive. There is the small fact that they drive on the wrong side of the road here, and that the cheapest cars have manual transmissions. The manual transmission isn’t an issue, as we drive a manual at home, however absolutely everything, including the location of the gears is flipped. And unless you’ve done it, you have no idea how unnerving it is to turn left on a red light.
(here we all are packed into one car!)
This morning, Eric headed out to rent our very own VW Polo (like a VW golf, but smaller… lots smaller). Eric wouldn’t allow me to ride with him in the car until he
hitting pedestrians more practiced, so I got to ride around with our hosts
and tour guides. Our first stop was
Table Mountain, which was closed because of the rain. Our second stop was a vineyard, which was
closed because of the rain. Our third
stop was the beach, which was closed because of the rain (noticing a trend
here?). The sun finally came out long
enough for us to lunch on the patio at a place called Michelle’s where I had a
croquet monsieur, which reminded me of France.
And at their shop, I saw this…
…Which is not quite what I expected of a margarita. Things are definitely different in South Africa.
Afterward, we tried to go to Kirstenbosch Gardens. This is what it should look like
Womp womp. We briefly visited the Waterfront shopping area, before heading home to whip up a curry for dinner. Afterward we indulged in a south African dessert, Malva Pudding, which is a sort of sponge baked pudding with a caramel cream and butter sauce on top…
Verk lekker is what one of our hosts family members calls it. It’s Afrikaans for “to die for,” and they are right. The closest thing I’ve had to it in America is like a sticky toffee pudding. Mmmmmmmmm…. Post dessert we headed right off for bed.
Apologies for the lack of photos today, the weather was dismal but the company was delightful and one of those definitely comes across better via blog. Tomorrow I shall make up for it, though. Tune in to hear about how we are now cheese experts (as if I wasn’t before!), how we scored the VERY LAST bottle of a 2001 Shiraz that was voted the best red wine in South Africa, how Eric and I now know every word to Gangham Style and are fluent in Korean (not really, but it feels that way), and how I am incapable of ordering anything but coffee flavored gelato.
Goodnight for now!
Saturday, May 31, 2014
After falling asleep on Tuesday evening, I was awakened (which is saying something considering the length of time it had been since my last sleep) by the wind and the rain outside the house. Being from AZ, I find it hard to conceptualize rain that lasts more than 30 minutes, but it proceeded to storm all night and into the morning. I’m sure the locals were less than thrilled, but this desert rat was delighted.
We decided to breakfast at the café at Woolworth’s which was delicious and I regret not taking a photo. I had scones with jam and cream, which I’ve not had since our days of High Tea in the Queen’s Room on the Queen Elizabeth, so it was a nice treat. Eric had something with a poached egg which became one of our main conversation topics. I’m not sure how many of you out there have serious opinions on eggs (I seriously do not like them and that’s the extent of my opinion on the matter), but we were trying to decide how to properly poach an egg, and why in the world one would poach an egg hard in lieu of just boiling the thing? If you have thoughts on this I would love to know because my life is just really interesting and I need to know things about eggs. Also, is it more advantageous to use the egg-poaching-tool-thingy as opposed to just a spoon, or is it just a ploy by William Sonoma to get us to buy something? I apologize for the intensity of this topic, my thoughts are deep, what can I say? ;)
Following breakfast we headed out on the wine route (like Route 66, but better, for obvious reasons), and my compadres enjoyed a tasting by the fire at Warwick Vineyards.
The day continued to be on and off blustery and rainy which I found to be increasingly delightful. Who knew clouds could cover one place so long? Capetown and its surrounding so far is like a mix of places… sort of like Ireland meets San Fransisco meets Southern California. There are hilly green pastures that are covered in fog, and everything grows like weeds. In Capetown you have a garden automatically, you either cultivate it on purpose or just let it happen.
We drove through the fog and fields for a bit before stopping at the Spice Route, a small conglomeration of uniquely local artisanal shops and a vineyard. This place is pretty awesome in that everything is grown and cultivated on site (the grapes for the wine are hand picked!), and you can taste everything from cured meats to wine to chocolate (also known as heaven on earth). The chartucerie supplied some spicy sausage for our dinner…
And we lunched with this beautiful view overlooking the hillside.
The flowers that grow here are unreal!
Afterward, we indulged in a chocolate tasting. There should be chocolate tasting in every city in America – we should pass a law (call your local representative). We learned all about how the beans are grown, harvested, dried, roasted and then made into chocolate, and we got to sample varieties made from beans grown in Madagascar and Uganda to Bolivia and Chile. YUM.
They also serve this little cup of drinking chocolate which has the magical power to turn any crap day into a delightful one, or at least it tastes like it could. In other news, whoever does their branding is brilliant because their packaging just makes you want to buy the stuff. They had these posters hanging in their tasting room and I adore them!
We asked if they were sold as prints, and told that they were not. But the shop owner suggested we take a high-res photo of them and have them blown up, because that would be cheaper – I love this country. I’m out of wall space in my house, but I’m going to have to make some because I need to see those prints every day.
Our chocolate tasting cost a grand total of $2.50, which brings me to another point. Food and experiences are FANTASTICALLY CHEAP in South Africa. We have had two gourmet meals thus far and each has run us only about $12/person. Wine tastings are unbelievable as well. Eric bought a basic tasting of 7 wines today for a grand total of $4. Inexpensive wine and cheap chocolate – I’m ready to move! We hear from our hosts that clothing and home supplies are substantially more expensive than the USA, so I guess that’s one reason to stay state-side. Fuel is also more expensive. In fact, we have yet to visit a place whose gas/petrol is less expensive than America, yet we always seem to be complaining about gas prices, why is that?
I must say that everywhere we have traveled, I find myself frustrated with the food scene in America. In both South Africa and Europe we have been able to eat out at nice restaurants with quality, real ingredients, and pay relatively low prices for it. Why can America not do the same? It can’t be because sourcing the product is easier because France is not really agricultural, and shipping anything to Capetown costs roughly your entire bank account and first-born child. It can’t be because the value of the currency is lower because EVERYTHING ELSE in France was extraordinarily more expensive when compared with the dollar. I don’t think I’m saying anything new here when I say that the food system in America is jacked up, but I guess I don’t understand why we too can’t make a decent crayfish risotto with truffle oil and only charge $10. First world problems…
Upon returning home...
(this is the backyard of the home where we are staying with friends)
...we took a little time to rest (and blog!), before whipping up soup with sausage for dinner! We felt substantially more rested tonight, but still were ready to hop into bed pretty soon after dinner.
Tune in tomorrow to hear about how the rain ruined everything and nothing all at once, how we learned to drive a manual transmission on the wrong side of the road, and why Malfa pudding should come to the USA.
Gooodnight for now!
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Greetings from South Africa! I haven’t updated this blog in ages – not since we were last abroad, in Paris! I’ve told family and friends to check here for updates on our travels, so if we haven’t chatted for a while here’s a brief re-cap of our life: Eric is still working in construction tech at Sundt, I finished my last year as a teacher, and we are expecting a baby boy in the fall. I think that about sums it all up =) Oh yeah, and we’re in Africa on vacation.
We are now on our second full day in Capetown, but let’s re-cap our travel days, shall we? First off, there are two main ways of getting to South Africa by plane: Phoenix – London – Capetown, or Phoenix – Atlanta – Johannesburg – Capetown. We chose the route with fewer stops, but both flights are LONG. I’m not sure how I didn’t think about the fact that the longest travel time we have done previously is 15 hours, and that this would be more than double that: 36 hours from door to door. We had a fancy plan to help us sleep on the planes and then be in great shape when we arrived at 10AM Tuesday morning and of course that
worked out perfectly went to
crap. We had a few little adventures
worth recounting on our way over. First off, flying pregnant is awesome and
also it sucks. It’s awesome in the fact
that we were given SO many privileges: we got to pre-board, ensuring that our
bags were immediately above our seats (one of our flights was oversold and many
people had to gate check their luggage), the stewards and stewardesses treat
you like a queen, you get free treats, etc.
It sucks because… you’re pregnant. But in all honesty, the discomfort wasn’t too
intense until the end of each flight.
We found that flying British Airways was a nice experience – nicer than Southwest (go figure), but not nearly as nice as Air Canada, our reigning fave. Again, I cannot recommend strongly enough that you choose the veggie options when you order your airplane food. The meat is often poorly cooked and nearly unrecognizable (Is this chicken? Beef? Raccoon?), but spinach and cheese ravioli is always yum.
We also managed to pack in carry a carry on again – go us! I think we’ve finally mastered the technique. As long as you have access to laundry, we bring 3 bottoms and 4/5 tops each as well as a sweater, jacket, scarf, hat and 2/3 pairs of shoes. Everything has to go together, and nothing can be high maintenance (dry clean only, handwash, etc.). Add some unmentionables, toiletries, and an umbrella and you’re pretty much set! For me it helped that right now I can only wear maternity clothing anyway, so that helped to narrow my choices substantially (every cloud has a silver lining). Once we are home I’d like to do a post outlining exactly what I packed and why, but since that’s pretty boring, I’ll save it for later.
Our first flight was largely uneventful, apart from the Finnish woman sitting next to Eric who found it extremely amusing that Eric’s reading light was on her armrest (it wasn’t), and she proceeded to toggle it on and off several times while giggling to herself (weirdo) as Eric tried unsuccessfully to sleep.
Once we arrived at Heathrow, we had intended to head into Windsor via taxi to explore the city. We decided we were too tired to do that, so we opted to catch a little shut eye on the ultra-comfortable benches, like so…
When we travel, I have a strategy (Me? Strategy? Who would have thought… ;)) for packing my personal item… I try to pack my personal item as a purse, usually a medium sized black or brown one, with another smaller purse inside the other. I pack my wallet (emptied of everything but essentials, my passport (in a cute holder!),
Playing cards, a small book (I have yet to convert to an e-reader, I like to turn pages), lotion (after passing through security), an empty water bottle, my phone and charger, earbuds, earplugs, and a sleepy mask. The last two are VERY helpful if you find it difficult to sleep sitting up. Or if your want to take advantage of the posh benches (insert sarcasm font here) at Heathrow airport.
**If you are traveling through Heathrow and have a long-ish layover, here’s a helpful hint. They don’t post your gate until 90 minutes before your flight, forcing you to hang out in their “mall” area in Terminal 5. If you have time, head to Gate 55C (via the inter-terminal transit). The C gates are usually dead, and there is a huge Starbucks there with multiple couches and pillows. I was full of nap-regret upon seeing these and figured I’d help out a future traveler. It’s OK, you’re welcome.**
Anyone else out there travel through Heathrow regularly? Maybe it’s just me, but my experiences there have all been dismal. Security lines are long and more inefficient than any other airport I’ve been through (save El Paso because… El Paso.), and something odd happens to me every time (like being accosted by transients, or accidentally smacked in the head by large Croatian women – that’s a good story), and this time was no exception. After our 8 hour layover, we finally get to the gate for boarding and are told that our plane cannot approach the jetway (are they arguing or something?), so we will be shuttled to the plane. Serously – this is one of the best known and biggest airports in the world, and we are walking across the tarmac in the rain to a city bus?
(This is the view from our bus. We had to stop for a plane because this isn't a road, it's a runway - odd!)
Allllllrighty then. Once on board, we were delighted to learn that the plane was only half full, suh-weet! This is like a happy accident where you paid for coach and got upgraded to first class, because everyone just spreads out to take up his or her own row so that you can lie flat or watch two episodes of Pawn Stars at once. Winning. This was our longest flight at 11:50, and we didn’t sleep much despite the extra space. Failing. We had a bit of an odd experience when about 2 hours into the flight they started paging any passengers that might happen to be a GP. No Bueno. I’m not sure what the procedure is for sick people on planes but thankfully it wasn’t an emergency landing because I’m doubtful that quality medical care could be easily found in any of the small African cities over which we were flying. This continued throughout the flight and upon landing they brought the paramedics aboard. Prayers to whoever that was, and thanks to God that it wasn’t us – how scary! When we had to go back to our assigned seats for landing, we discovered we were sitting next to a mom and daughter who were coming to SA to do long term missions – cool! Upon descent to the runway, she did say, “Wow, it looks like we’re landing in the Lion King,” so there might need to be some cultural sensitivity training there, but at least she was excited. ;)
After landing, our friends Dustin and Hallie who are living in SA for a time with their son, Graeme, drove us back to their home just outside Capetown in a village called Sommerset West. The house have approximately 27 bedrooms and 13 bathrooms (just kidding… kind of). They use it to house short term mission teams when they come over from churches that partner with their ministry (check out Orchard Africa!), and then in our winter (South African summer), the home will be used as an income producing B&B – brilliant idea.
When we travel across multiple time zones we find it best to make ourselves overly tired on our first day so that we sleep well and are all ready for our second day. This meant that when we arrived in Capetown, we were needing to go and do something active so that we didn’t
fall asleep standing up while drooling on ourselves have
to take a nap. We headed out to the second oldest wine estate in South Africa, Veregelegen, for lunch, sightseeing and wine
(The oldest camphor trees in SA - planted over 300 years ago!)
(Saw this Gemsbok just running around - it's like living in the zoo!)
(Eric's meal - delicious fillet of beef and sauteed veggies)
(My meal - cold roast beef with caramelized onions and sun-dried tomatoes and marscapone on french bread)
This was followed by a trip to Woolworth’s Grocery, which I would describe as the more European offspring of a Trader Joe’s and a Sprouts, with a killer café and a mean cappuccino. We picked up dinner ingredients and coffee (decaf, sadly). And after a monumental battle against sleeping on the ride home (I may have lost), we whipped up an easy dinner, and FINALLY collapsed into bed approximately 50 hours after our previous night’s sleep. At least having a baby won’t be THAT bad in terms of sleep-loss ;)
Tune in tomorrow to hear about poached eggs, driving on the wrong side of the road, rain (that water that falls from the sky in places that aren’t Phoenix), chocolate tasting, and how we might just decide to live here forever (not really… but maybe).
Goodnight for now!