It’s crazy to consider that this weekend’s my final weekend in Cape Town and in South Africa. The time flew by, as everyone has said it would. Which is weird. I feel as though I tried to savor every moment, every sound, every image, every conversation—but somewhere between the bus rides and boat rides and 7:30 am coffee runs, those memories started to slip away and now we’re at the end, and I’m just trying to digest everything that’s happened. To begin with: my internship. I have loved my internship. The people I’m working alongside are the sweetest, caring, most intelligent and humble people I’ve ever had the chance to work with. I know this all sounds so romantic coming from my outsider lens that’s tainted by the cloudless sky, month long experience, but processing what work I’ve done and what opportunities I have had through Iziko Museums, I’d say it’s all been pretty dreamy. The other day, I got lost wandering back from a bookstore and as I was peering through the glass windows into the street side shops, I realize I had passed the road I needed to turn down to catch the bus. Confused, slightly bewildered, and hungry, I turned to find the nearest street sign and realized that I wasn’t scared. I know it’s odd saying this—why would I be scared getting just a few blocks off my intended track, but when traveling in another country with a phone that doesn’t always tend to work and with numbers I’m not even sure to even call, it can be a frightening moment. But I felt secure, as if that’s the city I truly live in. As if that’s something that happens every weekend. I’ll miss Cape Town and South Africa in general, but I guess that means I’ll be all the more likely to come back.
Sunday adventures in Kalk Bay