I’m sitting in a beautiful sunlit room over looking the Victoria Albert harbor in Cape Town South Africa. I hear my husband listening to South African videos behind me... he’s fact checking all the details we heard today on our tour.
It’s been an amazing 16 days. I’m overflowing with blog posts. And struggling between “what to take time to share” and “ what is just an insanely wonderful memory”.
I won’t lie. Listening to Martin linger and speak on the rich South African history made me smile. Hearing my husband interject facts and dates that challenged Martin.... well that was crazy impressive.
Me? I am not a historian. I was interested in botany, geography and the beautiful language being spoken on my left....
I got the LOOK. You know the LOOK. The one that says...don’t interrupt us...we are busy. These two beautiful men are bonded beyond the Red Sox Cap Mark toted from the states.
A stranger, an Indian woman from San Francisco asked if she could take my photo on Table Mountain....I was stunned... for 10 minutes I was part of a photo shoot...then a release was signed and I may end up in some San Francisco magazine about South Africa and retirees!
I’m going out on a limb.
I’m at the end of an amazing South African trip.
Our friend, Bea, who we met 5 years ago while doing a sunset voyage down the Zambezi river. I fell in love with her young son. Those who know and love me are not surprised that this friendship is secured by a child. Leander (Leo) is a wildly handsome young adult now. I won’t embarrass him by my musings.
His mum, Bea, However.... she made efforts to meet us whenever we we were on the continent... sometimes meeting us on a barge on a river in Amsterdam....
Bea and I have been friends for 5 years and she “gets” our craziness. This trip could not be more perfect for OUR 60th year. Both Mark and I are grateful we are still on the planet. Mark has lost siblings. I’ve been lucky.
But 60... is a gift. Relationships at 60 years of age is a story. Experiences at 60 years of age is history.
Today, a waitress from the bar at our hotel in Cape Town said “ thank you, mum, we appreciate your love for us”
It made me think, as I closed my hotel door....isn’t that what makes these 60 years what they’ve been have been all about?
APPRECIATING YOUR LOVE FOR US?
Please...if you do nothing else....appreciate your love for.........