“…All I wanted to do now was get back to Africa. We had not left it, yet, but when I would wake in the night I would lie, listening, homesick for it already.” — Ernest Hemingway
I woke up around 4AM. It was my last day in Cape Town and I wanted to savor every last minute that I could. I was a bit emotional because I wasn’t ready to leave. Leaving to return stateside felt like I was about to travel to a foreign place, even though it was indeed home for me. I was already planning how to return in my head — how I was going to save, how much I needed to save, and how much I wanted my children to see this place. To see these sunrises and sunsets. To breathe Africa in and let it out. I missed Africa, and I hadn’t even left yet.
I packed the night before, just in case the situation to return back home turned into an afternoon sprint through the airport in true Carla fashion. I had plans to visit Bo Kaap to set my eyes on all the beautiful, vibrant homes that I’ve been drooling over for months. And it was everything.
Apparently this area is a huge tourist attraction. While I thought I was going to have the photoshoot of my dreams, a chartered bus proved me wrong. The flip side to that is that most of the tourists don’t seem to venture off down the streets. This is probably due to time constraints, but whatever the case was, we were able to snap a few photos in unpopulated areas without being interrupted.
Since we were pressed for time, we didn’t get a chance to linger and walk around Bo Kaap like I would have wanted to. I would have loved the chance to take in more of this historic neighborhood before the crowds unloaded the buses. I think I recall reading about a cooking class that’s located in this area. But I guess that’s yet another reason to add to the Why You Need to Return to Cape Town List.
We stopped at the Victoria and Alfred Wharf to do some quick shopping and grab a bite to eat. Definitely a beautiful place to eat and shop if that’s your thing. We grabbed lunch at a restaurant called Karibu, where the food was absolutely delicious. The bread was to die for, and you all know how I am about my bread.. whether you’re referring to the edible kind or the money. I ordered ostrich carpaccio, roast duck, and putu chakalaka. Everything was absolutely AMAZING!
We spent way too much time enjoying the sights that we lost track of time. We rushed home to grab out bags and sped to the airport. We were literally running everywhere and in the moment when a sharp pain shot up my leg I realized three things:
- 1 – I am in the most horrible shape I can be and this is definitely something I need to work on;
- 2 – I packed entirely too much and this is another thing I need to work on; and
- 3 – There is not other person in the world that I would rather run through the airport with.