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Published: August 27th 2006
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This weekend I caught a ride into Cape Town with a few classmates. From Stellenbosch, a short thirty minute drive along the N2 (and in our case, a couple unintended detours) will usher you directly into the heart of this modern port city. Towering buildings, restaurants, pawn shops, cathedrals, and apartment complexes crowed around the foot of Table Mountain, threatening further encroachment up the stone fortress.
Each of us four girls played a key role in making the day a success. Kenya manned the steering wheel. With only the occasional stall, peel-out, and missed turn, she was for all intents and purposes, a successful chauffeur. Erin was the focused navigator in the passenger’s seat who directed the way and kept us on schedule all day. Liz, the theater major from New Orleans served as the upbeat, adventurous spirit whose ambition for Mexican food would prove exceptionally helpful around lunch time. As for me, I was Liz’s side-kick from the getgo: I slept in and Liz was the one who made Kenya come pick me up even though Erin protested because she didn’t want to be late for confession (the Catholic Church was our first stop)—from then on I was Liz’s
Erin the Navagator
Without this chick we would have made ten wrong turns instead of seven... ally, agreeably going along with any idea she had (because they all sounded fun to me). For example, at lunch she suggested that we get the “jug” of margarita to split between the two of us, and I, of course, did what all good side-kicks do, and downed three glasses. Oh, and I laughed at her jokes all day long…
After hitting up the amazing Mexican restaurant off Long Street, Liz convinced Erin that we still had time to drive through Hout Bay. On our way there we ran into Camps Bay, and well, we weren’t about to pass that up. Stepping out of the car, I couldn’t stop smiling—we were surrounded by beauty. Table Mountain held back the waves, with just enough room in between to pave a road and line it with cafés along one side palm trees along the other…
We walked in the sand and took it all in, but with the sun going down and Erin consulting her watch, our moment on the beach was short but sweet. Camps Bay, I’ll see you again soon…
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ChristinJ
Christin Marshall
Finally, I get to see some of the cool folks that you're hanging out with. Have you been to your garden lately? Have you spoken with Colin recently? You know the whole wheelchair thing is just for attention..... Mexican food, sounds delicious.. I sure do miss Mexican food.