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Capetown and the Winelands: PART II

5 Apr













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I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put into words what this trip meant to me. Even looking back at these photos, over six months later, I cannot believe I was actually able to take a trip like with my Dad. I’m notorious for hating the phrase “a trip of a lifetime” because I believe a person can have several of those. But I will say that this trip was unforgettable, incredibly sacred, and one the greatest adventures yet. Many thanks to my Dad and Felice who let me take the reins on this one. I can’t imagine a better way to celebrate the arrival of my 30th year on this planet.

i. Penguins at Boulders Beach

ii. Martin Senekal’s booth at the The Old Biscuit Mill

iii. Simply Italian Pizza booth at The Old Biscuit Mill

iv. Butternut and tomato gnocchi, buffalo mozzarella, tomato jam, spring relish at La Motte Estate

v. Rose custard filled doughnut with toffee and guava ice cream at La Motte Estate

vi. View of Hout Bay from Chapman’s Peak

vii. The Twelve Apostles

viii. Signal Hill

ix. View from the cable car going up to Table Mountain

x. Breakfast at the Cape Royale Hotel

xi. View of the Franschhoek Wine Valley from La Petite Ferme

  xii. My traveling companions taking it all in

Making it Count

4 Oct
“Henri” portrait by Susan Monti

In accordance with my new job offer, this past weekend represented my official last weekend off. E. Dohrmann and friends were gracious, patient, and hilarious as ever making sure it was a memorable one.

Highlights include: attending my childhood bff’s mother’s art show {see “Henri” above}, eating said mom’s meatballs for the first time (how is it even possible that I’ve gone 29 years without these?!?!) and receiving the gift of a dance party mix from a friend containing my two latest obsessions: “In the Dark” by Dev:   and “Hello” by Martin Solveig and Dragonette:
Saturday brought a road trip to the coast with pit stops for maple wine salmon jerky, a potluck dinner featuring tacos and pizza, a sleepover at a friend’s cabin in the woods with no cell service and a haunted barn, a power outage caused by “loose insulator caps”(we weren’t buying this excuse), playing darts and “Catch Phrase” by firelight, finding bats upstairs and birds in the wood stove, a potluck breakfast featuring pancakes with spiced applesauce, maple sausage links, pan de tomate, spinach-mushroom scrabble, toasted baguette with spiced plum jam, wine tasting at Sokol Blosser and Dobbes, dog walks along the Siletz river, Stumptown’s Ethiopia Mordecofe brewed in a beehouse pour over, family portraits at Fogarty Creek State Recreation Area, getting reacquainted with Steve Martin’s brilliance in Parenthood. Oh, and the inauguration of the season’s first fire.

I think I’m ready for fall now. Let the nesting begin.