It's already half way through January of 2019 and I can't believe it. Time seems to be speeding up as I get older and to be honest, it's a little frightening.
At the moment we are back in the Seychelles. After being in India and the Maldives, we came back to Seychelles for a while and then went home and when we arrived back I realized exactly how much I had missed it. South Africa is such an amazing place and while most of our posts have been about adventures elsewhere, this one is about the adventures of home.
We spent the first part of our holiday in the South Peninsula of Cape Town. Somehow the stresses of the city don't reach it and the absolute beauty of the mountains and beaches just catch me every single time. To me it is home, not just because my parents and siblings live there, but because the place as a whole is one that I genuinely love. We wake up overlooking the mountains, spend our days on the beach and come home for a braai (South African word for barbecue). My dad's potjie's (A stew cooked over a fire in a cast iron pot) are absolutely world class. I reckon he could give Ramsey a thrashing! He has perfected the art of the potjie since we have been away and my word, we were blessed with the best! Chris brought home some freshly shot tuna and dad delivered a first class potjie. There were also chicken ones (Chris and I did that one) and a prawn one. Absolute perfection!
While the fires were going and dad was cooking, Chris and Nate would skate and Jet would play guitar while Mum, Em, Mink and I chatted and drank wine. Jam sessions with dad's new iRig were fantastic as every jam session is. Man, I miss them when we are gone. There is something so special about playing music with people you love.
There were a few surfers this holiday as well and while my body took to the water with a shock, I really did have the best time surfing with my sister. The boys went to surf more gnarly spots than we were keen for so we made our own mission and had an absolute blast. I am so proud when I see her in the water. She is so fit and beautiful and to see how she has taken to the waves just makes me so incredibly happy and proud. When I got too cold and got out, she stayed out there charging with only one other girl in the water. Fearless little sparky.
Another highlight is always doing the Christmas tree. Getting the tree, the decorations and the carols is one of my favorite parts of the Christmas holidays. Well, that and the food of course. My great-gran passed away a few years ago, but at Christmas time, it still feels like she is with us. Every year my mum makes her mince pies and her homemade ice-cream. It's amazing how traditions are formed, how something as simple as a shortbread base, fruit mince and ice-cream can take you somewhere else entirely. How the traditions are passed through generations and we continue to pass them along. I think there is such beauty in that.
We had two Christmas's this year. We had one a bit early with my family in Cape Town, and then we spent Christmas with Chris's family down the South Coast. We did the whole nine yards for both and felt truly blessed to have so much love in our lives.
While we were down the coast, I played golf for the first time, nearly caused a few deaths in the process but on hole six out of nine I think I started to get into the swing of it, if you'll excuse the pun. Unfortunately, we spent some of the holiday with stomach bugs as well. This was rather inconvenient as last Christmas eve Chris and I spent our time in the Emercengy room and it was looking like Christmas eve was going sideways again, but thank the Lord we were all pretty much 100% by Christmas eve.
Despite the misfortune of not feeling so well, we managed to get ourselves to the beach quite a lot with some beautifully sunny mornings spent swimming and reading on Southbroom beach, and then heading back home to spend the afternoons by the pool, play Hackysack, soccer, and rounds of golf in the garden. G&T's were mostly the order of the day and sunburn was inevitable. If you don't get sunburnt at least once then it wasn't a proper South African Christmas holiday in my opinion.
After the South Coast we headed back to Cape Town where the majority of our afternoons were spent playing volleyball at the yacht club and tagging in out and to go swimming. I never really gave the sport much attention but oh my goodness, it is such fun! When you find a sport that your parents and youngest sibling can play with you, then you definitely have a winner.
Ironically, the water in Cape Town was warmer than the water down the South Coast this year.
New Years was on it's way and Havana Night's was our theme of the night and we had the best time braaing, dancing, chatting, and just enjoying the holiday. It was all going brilliantly until just after mid night when our neighbor broke his ankle while jumping over the wall. Not the greatest start to the New Year I reckon, but other than that it was an absolute blast.
I have realized something this year that makes leaving home even more difficult than it is already: Goodbye's never get easier.
With that in mind, we had to leave home once again to continue the journey we are on. So far it's been going well with rather extravagant amounts of rain in the Seychelles.
But more on those adventures later.