So on a cool morning in Johannesburg, October 9th, to be precise, I wandered down to 7th street. I was very pleased to find a coffee bar and was served the best coffee for weeks. And I will tell you that there is nothing better than being far away, sitting by yourself watching people running by on their way to walk knowing that you are on vacation.
This morning, December 28th, I look back on this mug of coffee on the other side of our troubled planet with a sadness that my South African adventure is part of my past, my history.
But I am still happy to have a good cup of coffee with cream by my side.