The first thing I noticed as I flew into South Africa was
the striking line between the rich communities and the townships. There didn’t
seem to be any gradient—only a road separating beautiful white stucco mansions
and makeshift tin homes crammed against each other. When I got off the plane,
Marita was waiting for me.
We wandered around the airport and after a lot of
confusion figured out when the rest of the group would be flying in. I was (and
am) exhausted. We arrived at the bigger house where 17 out of 29 of use are
staying and hung around by the pool while we waited for the rest of the group
to unload their things. After a brief meeting, we drove over to the smaller
house, where I’m living and chose our rooms and enjoyed some South African
snacks. I discovered I love gooseberries. For dinner we ordered pizza (the best
one had spicy guacamole and bacon on it).
Cape Town is beautiful and I am looking forward to the
adventures that await me.
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