For the totally uninformed, South Africa has just won the World Cup in (what is that sport again?) oh yeah, Rugby. The cars are racing up and down the street with horns hooting (blasting) and people shouting. It's no time to be out. Aren't we glad American sport fans are so much more refined? How is race weekend, anyway?
We had breakfast in Monkey Valley overlooking the beautiful Noordhoek Bay. Long stretches of white sand and gently rolling waves. You would think one would get tired of bays and mountains, but I continue to be amazed. They each have their own temperament. This one quite and serene, yesterday the waves crashed against the cliffs and whirlpools sucked the surface for potential prey.
Mountains change in the blink of an eye as shadows move across their face. This one steep and rocky. That one cloaked in Protea and another seeming to sway as the breeze moves giant blades of Mother-in-law's Tongue. Cross to the other side and it ripples with grasses.
The landscape changes quickly while other changes come more slowly. Old ways, habits, thinking, are deep rooted and stubborn to change. And yet, the light penetrates the darkness.
I can't believe my time here is coming to a close. But, my thoughts are turning to home. Sunday services tomorrow or maybe we will play hooky and try one more road trip to see whales. Then full class Monday and say goodbye to the first years. Tuesday will just be the four core students who will become next years instructors.
I'm already trying to fit everything in the suitcases and bringing as many bags as possible. I really shouldn't have bought................. Oh well, we make it work somehow.
Cape Town Seamstress
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Mom, it has been such a treat to log on each evening and read your comments. You have helped us see and feel your adventure. Having been there with you before, I know how you are now dealing with the conflicting feelings -- ready to get home to the family, but also feeling the pain of leaving behind the new friends. It is a good thing you have a HUGE heart, as many times as you have left a little of your heart behind in the far reaches of the world. Again, I can't wait for Thanksgiving, so I can see the pictures and hear the stories first hand. Enjoy the last few moments there -- pass the Love, shine the light, pack the bags, hug the new friends, and shed the tears. See you soon. Love you, Sean
Merle,
I am printing out the blogs for folks at church who don't have computer access. It is great to keep up with your mission adventure day by day. While Spring is arriving there, we are seeing signs that we will have a fall. We finally got a bit of rain and the leaves went suddenly colors. Cool night, but warm days.
Blessing on the beginning of the new week.
DAVID
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