My heart belongs to the Cape
My heart belongs to the Cape. I don’t care if it’s the Northern Cape, the Western Cape, or Eastern Cape.
It’s just different there.
We had an amazing trip to see the Karoo flowers. They only bloom in spring and I think it is on most South African’s bucket list. Wow, if it is not, then put it on your bucket list.
Photos cannot do justice to the beauty.
I’ll be forever thankful that my parents made this trip possible. One needs another week to recover after driving 4 000km in a week, while stopping to enjoy the flowers and whatever seems to just be next to the road.
Like this waterfall. We were in Niewoudtsville and saw a sign indicating a waterfall somewhere on the road. We had prescious little time but decided to explore. In all honesty I thought we were wasting our time. How on earth could there be a waterfall. The landscape is flat, no river. Did nature pull a joke on me though. Absolutely stunning waterfall.
Zander seemed to have grown up in this week. I think being away from the brothers who does things for him and sometimes even answer for him, gave him the opportunity to proof that he is no longer a little boy.
Especially at the Muisbosskerm and then when we went up Table Mountain.
I missed my boys endlessly. I wish I could have shown them all of this as well. I wish we had more time.
I wish I lived in the Cape. (Maybe not in Aggeneys though)
I’m just glad we could do it.
Again, thanks Mom and Dad.