Its time. It's time we get to thinking about reality and home. It's so fun being abroad. But it's about time to come home. There is always this little "moment" in which you know it's time to head back. Maybe it's because you don't feel comfortable walking down the street and people are looking at you funny. Or maybe it's because you feel uncomfortable when every house has a wall and fence, completely surrounded by barbed wire and security system. Or maybe it's because every store front has bars on it and some you have to ring the worker in order to come in. For us though..... I was when we were hungry and both of us gravitated towards: Hudson's...a burger place. Beer and juicy hamburgers, acdc, the counting crows......it felt good. Very good. Tomorrow we are hitting cape point and then leaving Saturday...... And America, despite beng election time and all, will never have looked so good. (Did I mention we are craving huge-ly sized coffees? Like we are going to get ventis and suck down every last drop)
(Cape Town is nice, but I'm a country girl and loved the reserve and its wide open spaces so much more)
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