Slovenia

25 May

Another late blog post, oh well here goes! We visited Slovenia about a month and a half ago. Slovenia was absolutely beautiful, green pastures, beautiful mountains, it looked like a postcard! We had driven to Italy to meet up with the Harley’s and then we all drove together to Slovenia. We stayed at an apartment, which was kitschy and cute, but also a little creepy. There was a room under the stair case, which had a padlock on it and we did not have the key. Just creepy! In retrospect, I should have taken pictures, but our trip was cut short, (which I will get to later), so I didn’t get any picture of the apartment.

On our first day we decided to explore cave and Predjama castle and Postojna cave. The castle was out first stop. The weather was damp and dreary, as the weather is at this time of the year in Europe. Our first stop was the Predjama castle, which is built into a cave, in a mountain side. It is over 750 years old and even though it was spectacular to look at from the outside, the inside was cold , drippy and creepy. It was meant to be that way, though, the cold part at least! The castle was not built for comfort, but rather for protection, as it was technically a fort.

 

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If you are interested in the history of the castle, check out this link.   http://www.castles.nl/eur/sl/pj/pj.html

One of the things we didn’t know about the castle before we visited was that it was haunted. I kid you not.
This picture below was taken through the slats of a sealed off room. Mr. took multiple pictures and they all came out like this. Later JJ did some research and found out that it was featured on Ghost hunters international! Guess where I am never going back too!?

 

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Check out this video from ghost hunters international. I will admit that I have not watched the video. WHY? I am a huge baby when it comes to things that go bump in the night. So yah, enjoy if you’re into that kinda thing, but I will give it a pass. 😉   http://www.syfy.com/ghosthuntersinternational/episodes/season/s01/episode/e113/tortured_souls

After the castle we headed to the Postojna caves. The tour started on a train which sped through about 3 miles of the cave and we got off and walked for a mile and a half, some of that was uphill. I was carrying Emerson in his Ergo but I got tired and sore and hubs took over. I have some health issues, which I am still trying to find the right words to post about, but that mile and a half exhausted me. The caves were stunning to see and the beauty around me distracted me from my pain for a while. The cave and castle exploring took all day and we were all ready for rest.

 

 

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Some more information and history of the caves.  http://www.postojnska-jama.eu/en/about-the-cave/

We were going to go to dinner at a Slovenian restaurant but the babies were tired and cranky, so the boys went out to get food. While they were gone I checked my phone for the time all day and there were 5 miss called and 10 texts. I got the sad news that Mr.s grandmother had passed away suddenly. She has helped raise him and we were heartbroken. Since it was already almost 8pm, we decided to stay the night and then head back to Germany early the next morning and make plans to fly out to the US as soon as we could. On our way home we passed lake bled and we stopped to take in the serene lake’s beauty. Welita is in a better place and we are no longer sad, we know we will see her again one day.

 

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Surprise, I’m 30!

30 Mar

I turned 30 last week. WHAT?! I know, I can’t believe it either. My 20’s were some of the best years of my life! It’s when I started travelling and began to fall in love with the feeling you get when you arrive in a new place, for the first time. It’s when I met my sweet husband, and found out what real love really is – friendship, above all else, compromise and love beyond conditions. It’s when I found myself, found out my passions and my dreams and started following them. It’s where I made life long friends, my most treasured confidants, some of whom I could not imagine my life without. Lastly, it’s when I became a mother. One of the most amazing, most challenging and awe-inspiring ‘jobs’, I have ever had the privilege to have. Being a mum challenges me everyday to be a better person, so I can be an example to my son. The joys and rewards are immeasurable and I am so thankful for my wonderful life and my beautiful son.

This year for my birthday, Mr. threw me a surprise party! I was COMPLETELY shocked and when my friends jumped out and yelled surprise, I honestly nearly wet my pants. I was in shock for a good 15 minutes after! It was one of the sweetest and most thoughtful surprises and one of the many reasons, I am still in love with Mr., almost 8 years later!

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This year promises to be filled with new adventures, new challenges and (hopefully) many more blog posts! I am finally figuring out how balance my new life as a mum, with my other passions. Hello 30, I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me!

A different kind of journey

30 Dec

I am going to start of by saying that this is a birth story. The story of the greatest, scariest and most amazing journey of my life, so far. My journey into motherhood. I am telling you this at the start because I am sure that not everyone wants to read about the painful, beautiful and miraculous ( albeit gory at times) details of my labour. So there you have it, proceed only if you would like to know more.

I had been having Braxton Hicks from pretty early on in my pregnancy, which resulted in me being put on bed rest at 35 weeks until 38 weeks. My dr’s and everyone around me,  were convinced my boy would come early, so by the time I reached 40 weeks I was feeling anxious and impatient, ready to meet my little Bear. Four days before I went into labour I woke up and felt at peace about him being late and I vowed to enjoy the last few days of his little kicks and wiggles.

I started having real contractions ( read, not braxton hicks, real, hard to walk, hard to breath contractions) for an entire week before my son was born. I would time them and just before I would reach an hour of even contractions, they would taper off. It got to a point where I just stopped timing them. I had an induction date set for the 14th but in my heart I just knew he would be born before that.

I started timing my contractions early on the morning of 7 December. By early that evening my contractions were getting  somewhat closer together, and I started bleeding lightly. Mr. and I headed to hospital and when I got checked I was about 4cm already! We were excited! Nervous but very excited.  I got checked into my room, hooked up to the monitors and waited for my contractions to get regular. Hours passed and still no progress. I was having contractions but I was not dilating any further. My mid wife kept coming in to check on me every hour or so. She told me to try to get some rest, which was near impossible. Even though my contractions were not regular, they were still pretty painful and I spent most of that night being woken up by contractions every few minutes. At about 6am on the 8th of December, I got checked again and this is where things started to get intense.

I was having regular contractions but I was not dialed any further. I asked my mid wife what could be causing this and she didn’t seem to know or didn’t want to say. 30 minutes after my intial morning check, I got put on the monitor again. I could tell by the looks on their faces that my Dr. and mid wife were both concerned.  I could see on the monitor that Baby’s heart rate was dropping but when I asked about it, I was told it was fine. About  20 minutes after that second check, I was wheeled into the delivery room, rather hurriedly, without being told anything. Mr. and I both shot each other worried looks and I started to pray. The short elevator ride up to the delivery floor felt like a lifetime. Mr. asked the mid wife if there was any reason to be concerned, why we were suddenly being moved when no progress was made. She answered by saying the dr. would explain and discuss the planned procedure with us in a few minutes.

My heart dropped. I had a birth plan, an idea in my head of how this day would play out, I had typed up and everything. I wanted a water birth, with no drugs, no “proceedures” , just classical music  playing, while I gracefully welcomed my little boy into the world. Needless to say, nothing near that happened. I actually didn’t even get to see the tub. I got handed over to a new mid wife, Elizabeth, a wonderful older women with 18 years of mid wife experience, who spoke perfect english and whom I would not have been able to make it through the next few hours without. I  was told that baby’s heart rate was dropping and while they were not concerned enough to send me for an emergency c-section, they did tell me that they needed to get labour moving ASAP or that’s where we would end up. My mid wife strongly suggested pitocin and an epidural. She explained to me that the next few hours would be pretty intense and since I had already been in labour for so long, she didn’t think I had the energy to make it through. I disagreed of course and I flat out refused the epidural. I asked if Mr. and I could have a few minutes to discuss the pitocin. We had not done any research on it, we had a plan remember, that did not include any medication. After about 5 minutes of “googling” we decided that we did not want the pitocin. There was no research on the affect it could have on our baby and we didn’t want to take any chances. Elizabeth came back in, just as we had decided and I asked her if I could instead have my membranes stripped. That IS something I had been reading about and I felt more comfortable with that than having to use drugs. Elizabeth did however ask us to be open to the idea of using pitocen if the membrane stripping didn’t work and we agreed. Again she asked if I wanted the Epidural. I had already thrown up 3 times at this point. Another thing we had not planned for. My contractions had started getting more intense and now every time I had one I would throw up. I  was exhausted, physically and emotionally but I still felt like I could do this without medication. I’m pretty stubborn.

This is where my dr. came in and insisted I get the epidural ( As insistent as he could be while at the same time telling me it was my choice) . I was pretty scared at this point. German’s do not like to give you medication. I have been in hospital in Germany enough times to know this to be true. I had surgery in Germany last year and I was given mortin for pain.  So after almost 15 hours of labour, which included throwing up with every contraction for almost two hours, I got the epidural. It’s not the way I thought it would be. I could still move my legs! I always thought an epidural numbed you from the waist down but I could walk around, use the bounce ball, without any problems. When I asked Elizabeth about it she said that I wan’t being given a high or even constant dosage. I could still feel my contractions and I was still throwing up with each and every one. She said the epidural was  basically meant to take the edge off, not numb me completly.

Mr. was amazing through all of this. He wiped my face, held up a new little puke bowl  for me every few minutes and stroked my head, telling me how strong I was every time I finished retching up, what felt like my insides at this point. Elizabeth was rubbing my back and and she kept saying how close we were getting, she was a wonderfully sweet women. After I got the epidural I got my membranes stripped and within two hours I was fully dialted.

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Elizabeth got me on my hands and knees and told me to start pushing when I my contractions were at their strongest. It was hard because I was still throwing up, but pushed as hard as I could. I kept watching the monitors and my boy’s heart rate was still not stable. Elizabeth was watching it too and only 20 mins or so of pushing, my dr. was called back in. I was told that Emerson was in distress and they were not sure why, but it was too late for a C-section and they had to get him out NOW. The bed was inclined so I was sitting up and my legs were put in stirrups. I was terrified, I actually started shaking. Mr. was amazing, encouraging and my rock, I honestly believe I could not have done it without him. He said all the perfect words to comfort me, he cried with me, and he never let go of my hand. With every hard contraction he looked into my eyes and encouraged me like only he could. I began to push and my dr. said I had to give it everything I had, my baby boy was counting on me. After about 5 contractions, Emerson’s heart rate dropped even more. I started sobbing, begging out loud for God to please help my little boy. My dr. got out a device that looked like it belonged in a horror movie, it was a suction device of sorts and he told me he was going to place in on our baby’s head to help him and me. He said that we didn’t really have a choice, he needed to get him out. I remember nodding and I silently prayed. Mr. never let go of my hand, he never stopped encouraging me.

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The suction was put on my sweet baby’s head and I prayed for strength and for his life as I pushed. While I was pushing, the dr was pulling or that’s what it felt like and Elizabeth was pushing down on my belly. A few days after labour, I actually noticed finger inprints in the form of bruises on my stomach, which three weeks later have faded but are still clealy visible. Leftover proof  of the hard battle my body went through. This pushing and pulling went on for what felt like forever. I would cry out in pain and exhaustion after every push. The dr. told me he could see my boy’s head and he had so much hair, he told me we were only about 2 more pushes from meeting my son and that gave me the last bit of energy I needed. The final push was indescribable and unless you have been through it, I can’t accurately explain it. My boy was born, but he wasn’t crying. I started to, for lack of better words, FREAK OUT. I was yelling and asking why he was not crying, why I couldn’t see him, I was yelling for them for give me my boy. I was pretty hysterical and I can’t remember what anyone said to me until they lifted him up within my view. I saw my Dr. and Elizabeth, quickly and deftly uncurl a tightly wrapped umbilical cord from my precious boys neck. I saw it unwrapped, 3 times, they cleaned the blood from his air ways and put him on my chest.

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He still was not crying, I was holding him on my chest and he was just making a sad little sound that sounded like choking. His poor little head was misshapen and bruised from labour. His nose was squished almost completly flat and he had a little dent on the tip, which the next day faded to a bruise. His left ear was swollen and looked misshapen, also injured during birth. I asked Elizabth why he still wasn’t crying and she simply said, because he is exhausted just like me. Mr. and I were both sobbing and staring at our little boy and then looking at each other, not saying a word.  The love you feel when you see your child for the first time, is unlike anything I ever imagined. It’s like all of a sudden, he is everything to you and you can’t imagine your life without him. It feels like your heart is going to burst with the joy you feel. Emerson Luke was finally here, he was alive, God had protected him. After a minute he was taken from me to get checked. Those minutes he was away from me felt like hours. Mr. followed Elizabeth as she made sure our little guy was breathing ok and that his heart sounded healthy. Meanwhile I was getting told that during labour they had needed to perform an episiotomy and I was going to get a numbing shot so I could  be stitched up. It was all so surreal.

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Proud dad holding his son for the first time

Emerson got his first bath and his proud dad got to hold him for the first time, then he was handed back to me. I was told our strong boy was perfectly fine. He was our little miracle. Mr. and I thanked God out loud over and over again and we’re still doing it 3 weeks later. I will thank God everyday for the rest of my  life for sparing my son. The reason my labour had stalled is because he was stuck, struggling to breath and exhausted. Elizabeth told me how lucky he was to be alive. The next few hours felt like a dream, I didn’t want to hand him over to be dressed and diapered, I wanted to keep him snuggled on my chest and they thankfully let me do it for a couple of hours. When we finally went back down to our room. I was beyond exhausted. The nurses kept coming in and offering to take Emerson for a few hours so I could sleep, but I didn’t want to be away from him. At about 3am I finally let a nurse convince me to go to sleep and let her watch him for a few hours. I cried when they wheeled him and out. I woke up 3 hours later and was thankful to the kind nurse who let me rest.

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The dr’s were in our room bright and early at 7am. When I say Dr’s, I mean every Dr. on duty that day in the OB ward, including the head of the department. They all wanted to see our little miracle! When I got checked by my Dr. I was told that during labour my tailbone had been fractured. I was in an incredible amount of pain and guess what I was given. Yep, Motrin.

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Emerson Luke at 3 weeks old.

It’s been three weeks and my recovery has been painful and slow. I have just now started being able to walk and sit without pain where I got stitched back together. My back still hurts, it’s hard to bend and sit up for long periods but it will hopefully be healed within 3 more weeks. I was pretty traumatized after I had given birth. I was actually having dreams about it and would wake up shaking. Nothing went as I had planned and if I am honest, I am not sure if I could go through that with another pregnancy. I guess time will tell if  Emerson will have a sibling or not. For now, Mr. and I are beyond happy and completely in love with our son. Each day he grows and get’s stronger, my scars, both emotional and physical, heal a bit more.

In case you’re wondering where I’ve been…

9 Nov

It’s been much too long since I have been blogged, I know,  but it’s not because I haven’t been traveling! I have just been… TIRED and honestly I feel like I had a bit of writers block because of my exhaustion. Why did no-one tell me being pregnant would feel like I was running a marathon every day?! Mr. and I managed a trip to Ireland, a cruise and a baby moon in Italy during these past few months, but I just never got around to writing about it. I am currently on full bed rest, and since all I can do it lay in bed and try not to go crazy, I thought I would catch everyone up with how the past few months have been going. So bare with me and watch this space, there  are lots of fun stories and pictures coming your way!

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These were taken at our maternity photo shoot about two weeks ago. Autumn in Bavaria is so beautiful!! I was 35 weeks along in this picture! I only have a week and half of bed rest left and then baby boy is free to come whenever he wants!

That one time I almost ended up on “locked up abroad”.

4 Jun

Yesterday, Mr. and I travelled to London, England. The plan was to go to London for 5 days and Ireland for the another 5 days. We had everything booked, hotels, connecting tickets and with passports in hand, off we went to merry old England. We made it through two customs check points in Germany before getting to London and then the fun began.

If you follow my blog you know I have had an issue with my EU visa before, if not then check out, how the Parisians thought my visa was witchcraft.  Before we left for London, I asked Mr., several times, if he was sure I didn’t need a separate visa for London. He assured me and actually swore on his life (scary) that I was fine since I had the SOFA visa. So when we went up to the customs counter in London and the officer told me that my EU visa was not valid for London, I looked over at Mr. just as a look of dread spread across his face. The officer said they would have to detain me and I replied by saying, “Nothing like being detained while you’re pregnant.” That made him laugh, so I figured he was a nice guy. We waited in the airport holding area for 8 hours while they figured out my situation. I didn’t know that while we were waiting, hoping and praying that the visa God’s would help us out,  the customs authorities were trying to get me a flight back to Germany. Mr. had just gotten up to use the rest room, when the officer came out, after about 7 hours and told me that they couldn’t get me a flight that night but I that I was booked on the first flight in the morning back to Germany. Then he looked me straight in the eye and said, we have to detain you overnight. I almost burst into tears right there, I am surprised I didn’t since I am pregnant and seeing a cute puppy makes me cry! I think I was just in shock! Then he said… BUT, I have spoken to my supervisor and since you’re pregnant, we will allow you to go to your hotel for the night and then come back in the morning. ” It doesn’t seem proper to hold you”, he said.

After another hour we were allowed to leave the airport and headed to our hotel, which was 1 and 1/12 from the airport. We decided to go out and get some English dinner, we were in London for 6 more hours, why not make the most of it. The fish and chips I was so excited to try was bland and flavorless! I was so disappointed and it somehow just made the day worst. In Cape Town, we make amazing fish and chips, even my American husband agree’s it’s the best he’s ever had, so my logic was that since we kept the idea from when South Africa was English colony, that the version they make would be better. Oh how wrong I was. By the time we finished dinner it was almost 9pm, we decided to call it a night, we were both emotionally and physically drained.

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Not as good as it looks

The highlight of my day was having my dear friend, Annie, who happened to be visiting London from Cape Town,  come over to our hotel. She arrived at midnight and we stayed up laughing until just before 3am when we had to start making our way the airport. We made fun of how the room we were staying in was NOT at all like the pictures on the internet and chalked it up to my travel bad luck! It’s become a joke that if something can go wrong on a trip, it usually happens to me. The room was small, cramped and kinda ghetto but we made the best of it and it made for good laughs.

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Love her so much!

Once we got to the airport (after a nauseating and bumpy ride) I had a number I had to call so I could be escorted through security. I thought I was just going to be escorted to my flight, turns out they were going to have to detain me until my flight. It didn’t matter to them that I came back. I figured that would make them realize that I was actually not trying to stay in their smelly country illegaly. Nope, I was searched, questioned, photographed and got to sit with two other detainee’s in the nice, plexiglass holding area. I can’t complain about the guards who were watching us. They were nice and even offered to get us food and drinks. I was warm and reasonably comfortable. I sat in the holding area for a few hours reading; knowing my situation could have been worse, made those few hours fly by. There was two other girls in holding who had stayed the night. I felt bad for them and was thankful that the authorities took pity on a pregnant women and had allowed me to go to the hotel for the night.

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My entry refusal paperwork and me looking like I only got one hour of sleep, because I did.

When it was finally time to board I was escorted to the plane and my passport was handed to the captain. Which made no sense. What was I going to do? Skydive into London? Anyway, I just pretended I was a celebrity and I needed the security since I had so many crazy fans. Everyone was staring at me and I just smiled and even waved a few particularly obvious gawkers.

I feel that I should mention that Mr. felt awful about the entire situation. He was the one who told me that my visa was good to go, and he feels responsible for everything that happened. I wasn’t cross with him, of course not. It was a mistake and he was felt just as sad as I was that we had to leave. I think the best thing I take away from this is that no matter how bad things get, if we have each other, it’s not that bad at all. We were laughing through most of the 8 hours we were held in the airport. That’s how you know you’ve married your best friend, when in the worst situation, you don’t take it out on each other but rather laugh through it together.

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We are still doing the trip to Ireland as planned, we will just be flying out of Germany now instead of London. South African’s don’t need a visa for Ireland. The Irish are cool like that.

Why I have not been keeping up with my blog. It’s a good reason.

30 May

As some of you know, my health is not great and over the past few months I have been feeling particularly sick. I chalked it up to one of my conditions and still continued to travel. When we were visiting our friends the Harley’s in Italy last month, I had an exceptionally horrid spell of motion sickness while we were driving up some Italian mountain. I suffer from chronic motion sickness but this was the worst bout yet. When we were packing up to go home, Jen suggested I take a pregnancy test. I told her I didn’t think I was pregnant but I would take the test to make her feel better. It’s not that I didn’t want to be pregnant but quite the opposite. Mr. and I had been trying to have a baby for almost 2 years and I just didn’t want to feel the disappointment I was sure I would feel again if I took a test. So I didn’t take it right away when we got back home. On the 9th of April, Jen sent me a message to let me know that they were having a baby boy! She was 20 weeks along and they were so excited about having a little boy! The Harley’s already have an amazing 5 year old daughter. Jen asked me to take the test and I did. Her exact words were, ” Wouldn’t it be amazing if you found out you were pregnant the same day we found out what we were having!”

So off to the bathroom I went and I pulled out the all too familiar pregnancy test. I did my thing and I was about to lay the test down to wait the allotted 3 minutes as always. I was preparing myself to see a negative pregnancy test so when TWO pink lines came up right away, I was speechless. I stared at the test for a few seconds before screaming. Nothing in particular, just screaming at the top of my lungs. Then words like, OH MY GOD… A BABY… THANK YOU GOD, starting pouring out along with tears of joy. My little tirade scared the cat and he ran off and hid. I wasn’t expecting the test to be positive so I was alone at home. Mr. was at work. I tried calling him several times and of course he was in meetings for most of the day.

I was bursting to tell someone so I called Jen and she was just about as happy as I was. Then I waited for Mr. to call. When he finally did, I blurted out the news and he was stunned.  First words out of his mouth were, ” How?!”  I knew what he meant. We had been trying for so long it seemed like it was never going to happen. He was shocked but beyond thrilled.

So there you have it folks, the reason I have been MIA. Morning sickness was pretty rough but now that I am about to start my second trimester, I am feeling great! Thanks for keeping up with my adventures, I have a feeling I am in for my biggest one yet!

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Plan B – Verona

30 May

Last month, we had a 4 day weekend here in cloudy, grey Germany. It happened to be one of my best friends birthdays, she lives in Italy, so Mr. and I decided to drive down and help her celebrate. We travel to Italy often, mostly because our best friends are there and every time we go, we try to see different town.

The first place we went to explore was not Verona but Parco Gardinia Sigurta, which is in Viggalio, Italy. The gardens were not as advertised and most of the flowers were not yet in bloom. Never the less, it was still beautiful, chilly but lovely. We stayed for about an hour  and a half before our friends suggested we go to Verona, they had been before and had said it was a beautiful town.

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Before heading to Verona we decided to stop in Viggalio to check out some castle ruins. We were hoping for warmer weather in Italy but it was just as grey and cold as Germany.

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I had been wanting to go to Verona ever since I read Romeo and Juliet in high school. I know Romeo and Juliet is fiction but to go to the spot where Juliets balcony is and be surrounded by the history and romance of one of the greatest love stories of all time, well I had to go!

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Verona certainly did not disappoint! In fact I was surprised by how big and bustling the town is! Our first strop was the colosseum. Yep, Verona has it’s own ancient colosseum!

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Arena di Verona. The arena was built in AD 30 and could seat more than 30,000 spectators in ancient times

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Inside the Arena

Juliets square and balcony were up next and I could hardly wait!

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Juliet’s square.

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“Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo…”

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Love locks in Juliet’s square.

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Kisses for my sweets.

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Touching Juliet’s left boob is supposed to be good luck… So I did!

Verona town square was our next and final stop for the day. Our plan B turned out to be a great way to spend the day!

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Help Cass Collier re-open his surf school!

4 Apr

I am a surfer from Cape Town. I might not be an amazing surfer but it is still something that brings me the greatest joy whenever I get a chance to wipe out, repeatedly. 😉 . This story has touched my heart in ways I can hardly put into words. I see the faces of these children who have had something they love taken away from them and it breaks my heart. Most of these kids have nothing else to give them hope, nothing else to pull them out of the poverty induced hopelessness they feel on a daily basis. How could anyone take so much away from people who already have so little?

I might not be able to do much from here in Germany, to help Cass get his school re-opened but I can write about the injustice being done to him and the kids he taught. Hopefully if this is shared enough we can get the word out to people who can help.

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Cass Collier competed in the 1999 World Big Wave Championship. Against the odds, Cass Collier and Ian Armstrong brought home a win for their country, my country.  Despite the struggles Cass faced during the apartheid era,  he pursued his dream and came out on top. He became ONLY black surfer in the top ranks, in South Africa. Most surfer’s in Cape Town, know who Cass is, he is legend and hero. He’s only crime was running a non-profit program to teach at risk and underprivileged children the pure ecstasy of catching their first wave.

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Here is Cass, talking about the eviction. This video was uploaded yesterday, 6 months after his baseless eviction from a city council property. The property now stands derelict, a building that once held so much promise for so many young people, now empty and useless.  Cass is not giving up and he continues to fight every day to get his school re-opened. Surfing, besides being an undeniable gift from mother nature, is a real sport. He is giving these children hope, hope for a future and better life, that is something that you can’t put a price on. Help Cass get his building back so he can continue to change lives.

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Legend

Here is a link to a paypal account for Cass to help him get his school re-opened. Please share this story and donate of you feel moved too. Help me get the word out, help Cass get his school back.

http://bit.ly/107BNaO

Link to the surf school facebook page.

https://www.facebook.com/casscolliersurfacademy

A picture is worth a thousand words…

5 Feb

Now that I have shared some of my favourite memories with you from my trip home which you can read about here,here here,here and here. I thought it would be nice to end these posts with some of my favourite unpublished pictures from the trip. I hope you all enjoyed going on this journey with me! I have a few exciting adventures planned for the upcoming months. I can’t wait to blog all about them! Watch this space!

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View of table mountain, from the street I grew up on.

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Cape Town wheel and Table mountain in the background.

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Blouberg beach and shipwreck off in the distance

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My oldest nephew. I didn’t know what love was until he was born.

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A night at the beach with old friends. Guitars, lanterns ( made out of brown paper bags, candles and sands, we’re crafty), singing, star filled sky, laughter and good friends. Nothing better.

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Hout bay

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MCQP 2012! The theme was Fairtale! 🙂 So much fun!

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MOYO at Spier wine Estate. We ate lunch up in a tree!

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We all got traditional African face painting.Well all of us, except Mr. It’s a form of beautification.

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One of the amazing artists I met while while at the Spier wine farm.

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The famous colourful houses on Muizenberg’s west beach

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Last day in Cape Town

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Good-bye Hometown. xo

One of the 7 wonders!

2 Feb
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A photo I took of Table Mountain from the V&A Waterfront, covered in the famous “tablecloth”.
Here is a link to learn more about the clouds that cover table mountain in the summer months.http://tablemountain.net/blog/entry/table_mountains_tablecloth_ancient_myth_or_modern_marvel/

 

 

Table mountain, in Cape Town has recently been recognized as one of the seven wonders of nature of the 7 wonders of nature! I couldn’t have been happier when I found this out last year, Table Mountain will always mean home to me. When I see its distinctive plateau, an instant peace settles over me and I know I am home.

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View of table mountain from Blouberg beach.

Table Mountain is 1,086 metres (3,563 ft) above sea level, about 19 metres (62 ft) higher than the cable station at the western end of the plateau.

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In the cable car!

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View from inside the car

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Sign as we head out onto the top of the mountain. I still get teased by my American friend when I call my car horn a hooter, but it’s just what I grew up saying, and I guess I will always call it that. Proof for all of you, that I didn’t make the word up. 😉

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Mountain explorers!

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Lions head

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