I've made it to Cape Town. I got in late last night from Amsterdam. The two ladies I sat next to on the flight were really old, really British, and really drunk. They told me how they come to Cape Town every winter to play golf for six weeks and how the weather is their favorite part. They also asked me if the light on the tip of the airplane wing was another plane, and they were worried that it was getting to close to our plane and that a crash was imminent.
I'm at the Excellent Guesthouse right now which my dad so expertly found through Travel and Leisure. The guy who drove me from the airport last night was incredibly friendly but I could hardly understand him because of his Afrikaans accent. Now I'm sitting outside by the pool, where it is really warm and really sunny. In Maine it's -15 degrees. This is why I wanted to go abroad in the spring.
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