The more I see the less I know...

April 22, 2011

The more I see the less I know…

Another week has come and gone and here I am again writing a blog post with little to say. I am sorry if these posts are getting a tiny bit boring. I am not sure if this is due to my writing or the fact that I am not doing much these days. Either way, you have my apologies.

The four girls I live with and myself decided to make use of ourselves and go to the Old Biscuit Mill last Saturday. The Old Biscuit Mill is one of the places that I was told to go to before leaving Cape Town, I just had not done so.  Not knowing what to expect but really hoping there would be biscuits there (I love me some biscuits!) we found a taxi to take us to the mill. It was a really windy day in Cape Town but that did not stop us from fully enjoying what we saw. The Old Biscuit Mill is kind of like a giant farmers market. There are shops that are permanently there but also every Saturday a food market is set up and also other little market-y booths. It is a very….I am not sure how to put this. I guess a very uppity hipster place. It was good fun. The food there was delicious. Unfortunately not a biscuit in sight. Instead I had a coffee, a crepe with ham cheese and egg, and got a sandwich to go.  It was fun to shop around at all of the little boutiques and just to hang out as a group of friends.

In other news at the Old Biscuit Mill, I met a distant cousin of mine. Yes, that is right. I knew that this guy, Garrick was going to be in South Africa at the same time as me but I had not met him yet. Back in December or something, my Uncle Ted and Aunt Sharon mentioned that Garrick was going to study abroad in a different program but that we are somehow related through my Uncle Ted. It was just by chance that I ran into him at the Old Biscuit Mill. I had no idea what he looked like but he is also friends with another girl in our program. So we met and established that we are distantly related, I am not sure how really, but we settled to call each other cousins. All that confusion to say I met a distant cousin of mine from Chicago at the Old Biscuit Mill. Crazy and cool. Thanks Aunt Sharon and Uncle Ted!

For the first time since being in South Africa I was able to go to church last Sunday. I went to a Methodist church about twenty minutes from our flat. I was able to both be at church for me personally but also use the time there for my research project. Double bonus. It was so wonderful to be back in a church environment. The service was very interesting, it was interesting to hear the history and social aspects of South Africa come through in the message. It was such a terrific way to spend Sunday morning. Being in that church also made me very excited to go back to my church at home.  Then in the afternoon we decided to go to the beach. Sunday morning church, Sunday afternoon ice cream and the beach; not a bad day in any way.

Monday was not a bad day, not a good day but a very weird day in which I had to face reality. I registered for my fall classes. I know have my housing assignment and my classes for Wofford in the fall. I am taking Abstract Algebra, Disctrete Mathematical Models, Probability and Statistics, Digital Photography, Science and Religion, and Old Testament. The weird reality I had to face was that I indeed have to go back to school in the fall. Being gone for so long I kind of forgot that I would go back to Wofford when it was all over. I guess it is not really a bad thing but more just a weird realization to come to. It is real and official; I am going back to school. I suppose I could not travel forever; which is unfortunate.

Back to my time in South Africa. My research project is coming, slowly but surely. I am at the point where I have to start making sense of the information I have gathered. I still have interviews to conduct and several journal articles to read but I finally am getting a grasp on and a direction for the final paper. Crazy to think in two weeks I will turn in a fifty page paper.

I hope that you all are finding a joyous way to celebrate this Easter weekend. What a glorious weekend of hope. I hope that you all are well and that spring is treating you well.

Miss and love you all!

Until next week,                                                                                                   

Sala Kakuhle!

Keely