Three years ago I was celebrating “change and our chameleonic art of adaptation”. By mid February I was away, in Johannesburg. I almost forgot that trip because I was too sick to tell. Even though I am not sure of what happened to me, it seems I was a victim of one of those European winter bugs people insist in exporting to Africa.
Looking back, I think it has been the second time I felt so sick in my entire life. I was unable to shop, as I normally would, enjoy food and do the usual stuff people do when they take short vacations.
Maybe because I was so fragile, I also felt sad remembering that everything changes. It’s not only new people we learn to love and enjoy. Things change at an amazing pace. The places where I usually shop are now boring and repetitive. New places are emerging and I can’t wait for the next opportunity. No bugs.
It’s exciting to navigate a new road that represents completely new prospects. The road to Ponta do Ouro is almost complete and is already changing a lot in our routines. A week ago, for example, we crossed to South Africa through the border of Ponta do Ouro.
On my return I found myself thinking that few roads in the world make me as excited as this. It’s that it connects the city where I live to one of the best seaside resorts in the area. The importance of the roads varies with our own interests…
By the time this post is being published I’ll be on the road, back from a very short trip to the neighbouring town of Nelspruit. What a great WP feature! Last year, I scheduled an entire month ahead of my holidays in Germany, Portugal and Spain.
We are not very enthusiastic about going to SA right now. It’s cold and such trips are always tiring. Even so, we really need things that are not available or are too expensive to buy locally.
It’s getting cold where we are, but Nelspruit is even colder. We checked the weather and it looks fine (24ºC). It seems we’ll have a break.
It’s three weeks since I was back from Europe and I’m not yet entirely settled. What I crave more is one morning without having to remember some obligation to fulfill before 9am. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Holidays exist for sleeping, relaxing and partying.
Probably, it was the flights and airports. My first time as a lonely traveller! I am proud of myself for crossing Europe, Middle East and Africa, all by myself. As I watched 30 movies at least, now I still have some sleep to catch up.
My liver is also unfit. I don’t think it’s the 2 or 3 small glasses of red wine I drink strictly over lunch. I cannot stand any other kind of alcoholic drink. In my way back, I killed almost 6 hours at the Frankfurt airport by munching all kind of sandwiches and red wine. I got drunk, literally, and had strange and dangerous thoughts during the never-ending flight to Doha. Once arrived, I was sober and stayed sober. Wine wasn’t easy to find. I was sober before Frankfurt and I’ve been sober since Frankfurt. Still, my sleep and liver need some sort of special holidays…
I decided to spend a few weeks in Europe. Then, things happened. Then, I read about Europe not being secure any longer. If I want insecurity, I am well served where I am right now.
I was fighting between “go” and “don’t go” when my Italian neighbours started to play operas and arias. I am getting so nostalgic of the good old continent! If you see me somewhere in Europe, lost in the crowd, just blame it on my musical neighbours…
This year I traveled to Durban a little earlier than usual. The reason? The reason wasn’t a reason after all. The exhibition “Interior Landscapes” was postponed. On our way to Durban and back home we saw a sad consequence of the drought on the sides of the road: skin and bone cows walking miles and miles to find the right soil and grass and, after a hopeless search, dying.
We had a large bathtub inside the room. There were water restrictions but not for paying visitors. I remember I was feeling like a good bath and had to shower. I wondered how many cows would survive with just one? It would be impossible to ignore.
I went to Durban without Paul. Andy(s) and I remembered all the time how he loved this wonderful place. We stayed at the hotel picked a year ago. We enjoyed so much that we already booked for February 2016.
During this three days short trip I was constantly faced with the changeable nature of things. I tried to do the same gestures but the result was different. The most amazing different thing I’ve done was buying one summer dress instead of ten or more. Yes, just one. Even more amazing, I didn’t buy them for lack of money or trying. They weren’t there waiting for me. Instead, I used my money to buy colorful bags and shoes, what I didn’t expect at all. Durban is a good place to buy flip-flops and I also skipped that part. I used the money to buy gifts. People noticed it and commented how clever I was for shopping early. First time they say such thing. I am not sure if I am early or if they are late.
Anyway, I don’t intend to make a list out of this post. Andy was driving Paul’s car. I was worried because he wasn’t well. The second day he recovered and had fun. It was a full Friday of shopping. The next three days I was so tired I could hardly move.
Even though things change, some never will. I got my Christmas dress and shoes. The dress is by a South African stylist and the shoes are Zara. I had to enter three different times the two different shops to suddenly realize they belong together.
The way I shop is extreme and almost painful. No wonder I only do it once or twice a year! I was dead tired to look for something new to wear for the New Year when I remembered a dress that I own. I already had the shoes and the dress looks perfect with them. Major problem solved!
Finally, I collected my very own Christmas gift. Talk about early!
Durban was a good lesson. Painful or not, we have to accept changes. Slowly, and still painfully, we say goodbye to Paul. Even though we will never forget him, we accommodate to the changes created by his absence.