As the last day is quickly disappearing I am trying to grasp every smell and sight I can drink in. I want to remember it all and I want to take it with me.
I want Africa's smell to linger, it's earthy and raw, wild smell! The smell of each place we visited. I want the sights to imprint on the back of my eyelids so whenever I close my eyes I see the sky on fire with orange and pink and yellow exploding as the sun sets. I've never seen sunsets so bright that literally grip you and shake you with its beauty. I want to remember Table Mountain looming over Cape Town, the mist covering the top, covering us. The rolling clouds covering the mountains on either side as we drive the Garden Route, the vineyards, the karoo, the ocean opening up before us and I pinch myself. This is Africa!
The animals, the faces, the noises: exotic birds waking us up with their prolonged calls ringing through the air. The crickets at night singing a different song that the ones outside my window at home. The bustle of the city, the eerie and deep-throated singing that seeps in and stills your soul. The raw songs and dances I've seen and heard, the cultures I've been a part of.
South Africa, I've learned so much, I've been so blessed and as I step from African soil to American I will look back with fondness promising never to forget, yet looking ahead eager to see those I love. Those that got me through this adventure and that welcome me home.
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