From Corn to Cape...

Its funny how easy it is, surrounded by worldly possessions, to reconcile oneself to one piece of luggage for five and a half months. Packed and planed, printed and proofed, I’ve pushed my necessities into my pack and am ready to board.

Bloomington, was full of hello-goodbyes, frantic and sweet, and puppy ears, and to do lists.

Now, I say, bring on that 26 hour plane flight! Equipped with apple reading material and a camera manual to master, driving to O’Hare, flying to NY, skidding through customs, fueling in Dakar, proudly presenting my golden visa in JoBerg, and finally gliding in to Durban will scarcely faze me.

Adventuring with my parents for the next three weeks is booked with wineries, villas, a drive on the Garden route, the Addo Elephant rest Camp, and two tented safaris. Suffice it to say that though it won’t be woman vs. wild, I’ll be content to see a family of meerkats and hang with the baby white sharks.

I’ll leave you with the images of my home and Blo/No (as the inhabitants lovingly refer to it) to contrast later with the rhino/giraffes/leapords/elly-fants and table mountain.

Sala kahle, 

Alyssa