Traveling can be The Agony and The Ecstasy.
Just so you don’t want to garrote us for galavanting in the sub-tropical South African veld, here’s a little Agony.
The Holy Land
But then, after a five-hour jostling coach ride and a two-hour flight, and feeling just a little sorry for our smelly selves, we arrived at the More Quarters Apartments in the Gardens district of Cape Town and felt like we’d entered the Holy Land.
After checking in, we bathed and fumigated ourselves then promptly ordered room service and went to bed.
We are no longer 20-year old boomerangs who can party for two weeks straight, suffering only a hangnail and a maniacal facial tic.
We are old-ish and need our sleep.
Then yesterday morning, our fourteen-person party sallied forth to (in my opinion) literally the most beautiful place on earth.
Stellenbosch Wine Country
This also includes the small town of Franschhoek, which has some of the best dining and shopping in the world (the dress I’m wearing in some of the photos below was purchased there — and the ridiculously tall heels).
I’m moving to Stellenbosch with all the money I make on this blog.Which means I’m not moving there. Except in my dreams.
We visited two vineyards, the Anura and Tokara for wine tasting.
Tokara sits atop a hill with a three quarters view of the Stellenbosch Valley and reminds me so much of the Getty museum off the 405 in L.A. that I wondered if I hallucinated the 24-hour transatlantic flight.
Our day was pretty much cheese and olive and bread dipped in wine.
If we were Romans we would have needed to visit the Vomitorium. I am getting fat on this trip. There’s really no nice way to say it. But I am deciding I’ll deal with the fallout when I get home, most likely eating nothing but Shame and Regret for a month.
Here are my admittedly inadequate photographic journals of our day
After our wine tasting, we rushed off to pet cheetahs at a local cheetah preserve:
Today we’re just going to kick around Cape Town, then celebrate Jamie’s 27th birthday with dinner at the Dutch colonial-era Mount Nelson hotel.
I never thought I’d be back in Cape Town let alone visiting the Mount Nelson where I stayed when I had a job in CT over thirteen years ago.