The Last Day
Sunday August 11, 2013
Sunday August 11, 2013
Stiff necked and groggy eyed, Gillian, Caitie, and I woke up
for the third time in a new place. We aren’t harlots. We’re world travelers.
You know how we do.
I had been told that I had to be back on campus for ANOTHER
NatCAf call back at 2, which meant we had to be on the road by 12 at the
latest. Sorry guys!
We drove back down to the waterfront, aka Summerstrand, to
say goodbye to the ocean and hello to some breakfast. We parked in a lot that
went right up to the beach. Joggers and dogs trotted past on all sides. If I
lived in PE I would totally get my butt up every day for a lovely seaside
stroll.
We played in the surf for a bit (it was very cold despite
the radiant sunshine). I found a 5 rand coin in between the rocks (take THAT
princess game gambler Gillian!).
Up the beach a ways was a restaurant that looked out at the
water. We were seated in an upper deck like area that had tenting all the way
around to protect us from the wind. A portable heater was situated right next
to us, which made for a toasty breakfast. I had a delicious muffin, and sooooo
much coffee. It was nice not to think about school, but also nice to know that
we were headed back to familiar territory. It’s exhausting not really knowing
where you are. Funny to think we already thought of Rhodes as a kind of home to
return to.
Before leaving PE we stopped at a flea market back down the
road that had caught our eye as we drove to breakfast. There were TONS of little wooden figurines and beaded
necklaces. I spent a long time looking and bartering for a wooden giraffe.
Caitie and I got some earrings. I got a few paintings with tin can decorations
on them. I love going through craft fairs and just looking at everything. Not a
bad way to spend our last few moments in Port Elizabeth.
Sadly the time had come to go and we made the long drive
home to Rhodes.
A very successful traveling weekend, in my opinion. It was
kind of like a test run for our longer Spring Break vacation to Cape Town.
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