I loved Cape Town so much. It’s my second favorite place I’ve ever been, after Rio. I enjoyed going to the beach and hiking, eating chicken salad sandwiches and mango flavored drinking yogurt, cooking delicious tropical vegetable based dinners, and playing the ukulele at night while basking in the breeze. Table mountain was one of the most beautiful places I’ve been to. The contrast between the mountains and the beach was stunning.
Valentine’s day didn’t disappoint, either. I spent it climbing Lion’s Head mountain with the extremely attractive Argentinean guy who was staying in the same hostel as me. We sat on the beach cliffs serenading passersby who were having romantic walks along the mountain. A day I won’t soon forget.
I really enjoyed my day trip to the penguin colony. How extraordinary to see penguins in a warm place!
And the surfers beach of Muizenberg was amazing too– the beach stretched for as far as the eye could see. I could imagine myself lying there forever and living a very fulfilled life.
Though being there was a dream, it was also a struggle. I tried so hard to find a job. I had taken a big risk by giving up the Russia job, and I had very little money left. But I was optimistic that I could get established there, partly because I was blinded by the extreme desire to live there. I went door to door, applied to a crazy amount of jobs online, and hustled connections who might know of an open position. The work visa situation was fighting against me– it’s really hard to get one there, especially since they have little need for ESL teachers. In the end, I couldn’t make it happen. But that’s just how risks are– some are worth it in the end, and some end in consequences. The consequence of this one was that I had to go home. I had just enough money left to book my return to the US. Thus, a sad and abrupt ending to round 1 of travels.