There’s a growing pile of stuff in a corner of the living room. Stuff I plan to put in my suitcase and take with me to South Africa, where I’ll be visiting relatives (+attending a wedding!) with my mom for the next two weeks. It has been eleven years since I last set foot in SA and I can’t wait to see what a difference eleven years make.
The last trip to South Africa was my first trip outside of Europe. I remember being surprised to notice that the air smelled differently, the colour of the earth was different too. I loved every bit of our month long stay back then. We travelled over 3000 km from North to South and West to East. To hear the roar of a lion, live and in the wild, was something I will never forget. As well as our trip to Robben Island and Soweto. Not a moment did I mind spending long hours in a car, travelling from one destination to the other. Give me a book, a journal and music and I’m good. An amazing landscape to look at doesn’t hurt either of course.
Only a couple of nights sleep and two days of day dreaming and I’ll be back there. Breathing in the African air.