A Journey To Cape Town

A Journey To Cape Town

A few months ago I took a trip to Cape Town, South Africa and it’s safe to say, I did not find my tribe there. Not that I was looking for my tribe; however, I was surprised to see a lack of deep melanin in Cape Town. The closest we came to the culture (as I imagined it) was the multiple encounters with various Uber drivers. We made it a point to speak to them and ask questions. One driver told us that we were “not in Africa” and that Africa is Kenya, Nigeria, Congo, etc. I can’t say for sure if anyone else would agree, but that was his sentiment.

Sweatshirt Found HERE

All that aside, Cape Town, in general, was absolutely BEAUTIFUL – the caps are my clever way of convincing you to go. I went with a group of people including my legal BAE, aka my husband, to celebrate a friend’s birthday. I know… that’s a long way to travel to celebrate someone’s birthday, but that’s my girl so the trip was worth every dime.

We rented a gorgeous six bedroom, five and a half bathroom, two swimming pool Villa, and lived our best life for seven days.

Needless to say, my waistline was also on vaca. We ate well, explored the popular sites – minus Robbens Island. It was with great regret that the weather did not hold up long enough for us to take the ferry to Robbens Island to view the very jail cell where the legendary revolutionary Nelson Mandela spent 18 years.

Lippie Found HERE

We did, however; capitalized on our experience as much as possible within our short stay. I do plan on taking another trip to South Africa – next time during their summer months and as soon as my body forgets what the 20-hour trip felt like.

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