My heart is so full. In the last couple weeks, I’ve been diligent to tune in to the growth I’ve experienced in South Africa. It is part of the promise to myself to not take such a wonderful experience for granted. As I sit on the balcony facing lush trees
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
Braai. A lovely event here in South Africa consisting of laughter, merriment, animal grilling, and carbs. It is our equivalent to BBQ’s only slightly different. The men gather around the grill with their choice of beverage in-hand while the women are in the kitchen preparing carbs and sides such as
This weekend, we are in Clarens and the Drakensburg Mountains. My amazement with the beauty of this country continues to grow by the weekend. Clarens is about 3.5 hours southwest from Joburg. Driving longer than usual distances here doesn’t seem as taxing as in the states. I’m certain this is
Today, I failed. I’ve had things go wrong while cooking, but I could usually improvise and fix them as I went along. It’s really the most shameful fail I’ve had. How bad could it be, you ask? Allow me to elaborate. Lebneh (leb-nee) is a Middle-Eastern cream cheese, only not
