Things I'll miss...
I’ve been home for almost two weeks now, and while I don’t feel like I’ve experienced “reverse” culture shock, it seems as if my time in South Africa almost never happened. It’s almost as if I’ve re-integrated myself back into my summer-at-home life TOO well. Of course plenty of people have been excited to hear about my adventures and I’ve been just as excited to recount them, but there’s no way...
The Great African Road Trip, Part 2
Part 1 ended with Ashley, Caitlin, Laura, Nadia and I passing out at our campsite at Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, after a long day of nonstop traveling. But there’s no time to lose! After a short nap and some PB & N (peanut butter and nutella) sandwiches for lunch, we head off to see the falls. To preface, I didn’t even know Victoria Falls existed until I got to Cape Town and other Americans...
The Great African Road Trip, Part 1
Epic, adventurous, and crazy are all good adjectives to describe my one-week-long road trip through several southern African countries. Spring Break, Fall Break, Whatever-you-want-to-call-it Break, the point is I had a week off from school and I wanted to TRAVEL! I had originally looked at some guided tours that started in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe (one of the natural wonders of the world)...
Things I learned over Spring Break
An Audi A4 may not seem like an ideal safari vehicle…but it totally is. Driving on the left side of the road is easier than I thought. Everything they say about potholes being dangerous…it’s all true. Learned how to change a tire. Crossing sketchy African borders without knowing ANYTHING about the process is the best. I lied. Crossing sketchy African borders ON FOOT is the best. Baboons...
Chelsea, Nadia, and Jenessa helped me make some no-bake cookies. Unfortunately, they had to leave before the cookies were ready. This is their conversation on the way back to the dorms that night:
Chelsea: Do you think Ben is still awake? I want some cookies.
Nadia: I don't know. Maybe.
Chelsea: Call him.
Nadia: No, you call him! I don't want to wake him up
Chelsea: Nooo you call him. its only midnight, hes not a baby.
Nadia: You call him.
Chelsea: You won't go to Joburg with me this weekend! you call him!
Nadia: Don't try to guilt me into calling him.
Chelsea: Jenessa, you call him.
Jenessa: Wait, what? Why me? He doesn't even have my phone number, it would be unknown.
Chelsea: Nose goes.
Nadia: I'm not calling him, I feel bad.
Chelsea: Never mind, I'm hungry. I'm going to make pasta
Jenessa: You guys suck!
Intro to South Africa, Part 2
DRUMS. That will forever be one of my memories of Orientation Week, or O-Week, at the University of Cape Town (it was actually more like O-weeks, but whatever). The very first activity UCT put on for us Semester Study Abroad students was a drum workshop. These guys were good enough to somehow get almost 600 students with drums to actually sound like we knew what we were doing. The other fun...
Intro to South Africa, Part 1
I have arrived in the Mother City! Actually, I arrived in Cape Town over two weeks ago, but due to various reasons (namely, the fact that this blog didn’t exist until several days ago), I am only now just beginning to record everything that’s been going through my mind. I was definitely not looking forward to the 30 hours of traveling it was going to take to get from Granada, Spain, to Cape...
Notes on Spain
Yes, yes, I know I said I was going to write about South Africa, and I will! But I was lucky enough to spend 5 days in Granada with my friend Andrea before arriving in Cape Town. So without further ado, here are my completely biased, totally subjective impressions of Spain, based on less than a week spent in a college town. Completely Biased, Totally Subjective Impressions of Spain: Tapas are...
In the beginning...
I am a terrible journal-keeper, but knowing I was about to have some crazy adventures in South Africa, I wanted to do something just to help me remember and record the people I meet and the places I go. So I decided to try out one of these fancy, newfangled “blogs” and see how far I can go with this. I’m not planning on writing about every single thing that happens to me on the other side of the...