Home Again, home again.

We've been home for three weeks now and my settling in is going relatively well...meaning...I am sleeping normally and I have not cried in a grocery store. (Admittedly I did feel a little light headed in Trader Joe's over the weekend.) 

But somehow I feel like I'm not totally here.

Looking down into Sandy Bay.

The capital Jamestown, as seen from the deck of the RMS St. Helena.

It struck me that I've grown sufficiently attached to Saint Helena, more appropriately to people on Saint Helena, and I realize I will now live the rest of my life missing someone.  When I'm there I'll miss home and when I'm here, I miss there. (I believe there's an eloquent travel quote that states something similar - do you know it?)

My friend Marcus' valley. Well its not his valley but its the valley where his family homes are.

Recycle paper necklace and skeletal remains of a "leaf". Do you call them leaves? 

St. Pauls Anglican Church

You are here

Two vans, one train, two planes, three take-offs, three landings, one bus, one taxi, three countries, another hemisphere and twenty-nine hours and we've made it to Cape Town South Africa! Staying very well hydrated, adjusting our watches to SA time immediately upon boarding the first plane - and no doubt prayer - kept us almost jet lag free. We got up today at about 9:30am and ate a very hearty breakfast right in our hotel dining room that overlooks Table Mountain.

We are right on the beach and spent the afternoon picking up huge bivalves (twice the size of a man's hand) interesting rocks and sea sponges.

Tomorrow we board the RMS Saint Helena, head back north through the South Atlantic and I won't be able to blog again until we reach the island on June 13.