Marc has been here before, but I am knocked out by the stunning beauty of South Africa. It is gorgeous. No one is taking my picture. Yay!

I refuse to stop singing and playing on repeat–I bless the rains down in Africa…

The first time Marc was in this beautiful country was with his parents and sadly the last time he saw his late father alive. It is approaching one year of the loss of my beloved Wolf. I am overwhelmed on arrival and let me just say that the first few days in Cape Town were a boohoo fest for me.

We have dinner at Cafe Paradiso and I committed to learn how to make Boef Bourgingnon. A huge feat considering I don’t cook…

We can’t stop drinking red wine. Local. Delicious.

We went to Table Mountain. Often there is cloud coverage which is known as the table cloth, but we have sun and the bluest of blue skies. There is a lack of industrial pollution and the sky is bluer than Marc’s eyes. That is saying a lot.

We see a family pushing their boy in a pram. I think that Wolfie would have loved it here and was thinking that we should be pushing our pink pram. Shit. I am crying again.

We go to Signal Hill to get a view of Table Mountain and Lion’s Head. It is stunning and I am voting South Africa as one of the most beautiful countries–ever.

We notice that ADT security is everywhere. In the residential areas, everyone has a fence around their house, with barbed wire on top. We don’t like this.

We walk from our hotel to the waterfront. It is World Cup crazy throughout the entire city. We walk through a lovely park in the middle of the city. We get to the waterfront and are enjoying the shops, the lighthouse, and the ships. We get asked if we would like to go for a cruise to see the sunset. We take one look at the boat and can’t get on quick enough. I was waiting to see Jay Z on this pimpin’ ride. We get a great view of the new football stadium built for the World Cup. It is lovely. We see dolphins and seals swimming and get into the champagne. We couldn’t be happier. Our champagne whistle is wet.

We see a beautiful sunset from our gorgeous boat, then head back to Victoria and Albert Waterfront. We buy a street-performers’ cd for our rental car. Marc explains that it is going to be a long two weeks listening to “Africa” (the remake) on repeat. We go to Hildebrand (a restaurant Marc had eaten at on the first trip) and we sit outside, have a great meal until I start thinking of my beloved Wolf and can’t stop crying. Oy vey.

Getting Ready For The World Cup:

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