Cape Town—an amalgamation of mountains and beaches paired with shopping and delicious cuisine. It is simply gorgeous. The ocean has a luster that I have not seen in a while.
Our Easter weekend was enjoyable, though not traditional. We’re used to spending Easter Sundays at church and celebrating with friends and family. Growing up, my parents would dress me the pinkest and frilliest dresses that I’ve ever seen and we’d waltz in to church only to follow with a luncheon in the church hall. Afterwards, there was always an Easter egg hunt. More recently, my mother-in-law has treated me to a small Easter basket every year that I’ve celebrated with them. I never cease to anticipate tearing open the cellophane wrapper and initiate trades with those daring enough to partake in my bartering. This past weekend, we spent our Sunday on a Big-Red-Bus tour while meandering (more like crutching) around to the next bus stop. It was actually a fun experience, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the most limited and immobile that I’ve felt since getting my cast. It is an extremely active town—there’s even an outdoor gym in the park facing the ocean. That blew my mind and I was wishing I could be one of the people breaking a sweat but having the ocean breeze dry it quickly. Instead, I was sitting slouched in a seat with my foot up in front of me while listening to a lovely tour of the town. Once I left my pity party, one similar to when I first got my cast, I was able to enjoy what I could of beautiful Cape Town.
The wineries were magnificent. As we went further into the wine countries of Stellenbosch and Franschhoek, they got better and better. I was impressed with how well-maintained the grounds were. I couldn’t help but base the amount of pride and quality of the wineries on whether they had cobblestone pathways and manicured lawns. We tasted lovely wines that ranged from pinotage to chenin-blanc. The wineries provided spittoons for people to pour out wines they did not favor. I felt that was an outrage. Even if I was not completely sold on a wine, I didn’t have the heart to pour it out—it didn’t feel right.
We visited a chocolatier in Franschhoek after visiting the wineries. After all, wine and chocolate go together like…wine and chocolate. We watched chocolate making take place and my mind immediately rushed back to the famous I Love Lucy episode when Lucy has the bright idea to work in the chocolate factory. Once I brought my attention back to the entertaining chocolate maker, I was intrigued. We sampled dark, milk, and white chocolate and learned a bit about each. The man was on my good side until he brutally hated on both milk and white chocolate and those who favored them. He claimed that those who liked milk were children who have not yet matured. Here’s a tip (tangent) to everyone out there—don’t be so blunt about disliking anything anyone might favor, especially in regards to food. Food is such a personal and subjective matter. It’s foolish and rude to disregard someone’s taste. Example—yes, dark chocolate is the purest form of chocolate, but there’s a reason for milk (cocoa combined with *ahem* milk) and white (contains no cocoa, just the butter derived from the bean) or else pastry chefs wouldn’t dream of going near it. To answer those who are curious, I like all types of chocolate—yes, even white (gasp!)
I made reservations for high-tea at the Table Bay Hotel. I was looking forward to the occasion since before the trip started. The tea room was beautiful with décor resembling that of a European ballroom. The view of Table Mountain outside the massive French doors wasn’t too bad either. The food was delicious. I am a sucker for small sandwiches and finger foods. There’s something so enjoyable about delicately bringing a small piece of food to your mouth—as opposed to the usual large portions. Just the act in itself makes me want to bring myself to the edge of the seat and straighten my posture. The food consisted of quiche, finger sandwiches, and scones. More elaborately— leek and bacon quiche, Deutsche quiche, smoked trout roll, curry chicken sandwich, cumin chicken wrap, cold beef sandwich, buttermilk scone, and cinnamon raisin scone served with lemon curd, clotted cream, and berry jams. Dessert blanketed over the center table all in beautiful glass cake trays. The colors were so rich and appealing to the eye. Unfortunately, I was surprised to find that the desserts were a bit on the dry side. Nevertheless, it was a wonderful experience and I left more than satisfied.
We topped off the trip by driving along the eastern side (Indian Ocean) of the cape down to Cape of Good Hope then traveled back up the western side (Atlantic Ocean). We were a bit late getting down there bu
t we managed to see a few penguins waddling around the shore. I didn’t realize how short they are, and which such good posture! They were adorable. We finally reached the entrance for Cape of Good Hope (the most southern tip of Africa) and with our trending luck on the trip, we were three minutes late. The guard refused to let us in. We tried every statement in the book and he didn’t budge. We felt defeated and upset. Part of my frustration stemmed from the fact that many rules in South Africa aren’t enforced (i.e. traffic laws) but don’t you dare show up to the Cape of Good Hope three minutes past closing to watch the sunset. Instead, we watched the sunset from Llandudno beach off of Hout Bay. It was remarkable. The rest of the drive back was just as breathtaking.
The last day, we took the cable car up Table Mountain. The lines were perpetually long each day we attempted to ride the cable car but luckily, my broken leg got us in faster than you can say VIP. We were able to use the elevator immediately after purchasing tickets which surpassed the line up the stairs. All in all, the trip was delightful. If I have the opportunity to go back to Cape Town, I will never pass it up.
Tomorrow, we leave for Namibia. We will be visiting Windhoek and Swakopmund. The purpose of this trip is so that we can renew our visas (we have to leave the country after 90-days). I will be writing about that experience upon our return.