snow, sun, and a proposal

A post, for post-Cape Town.

We made it home, and it was good. Four weeks spent frolicking in the mountains and rainy streets of Van was just what our sun-soaked brains needed. Oh, to be cold! The luxury of a down duvet in the winter. And, the luxury of time away to contemplate life, to take a step back from the day to day and consider the next steps. To consider the lives we have lived versus the path we are currently wandering, and those we might trespass to in the future.

Community, conversation, and some mountain shaped trips. 'Twas all good.

our home in the mountains for a few days in early January.

and....we got engaged! Our Malawian colleagues will be delighted to know we are no longer living in sin. Or, at least we're a step further away. I hear that at this stage we're expected to plan a wedding. Since I've never been one to imagine my Perfect Wedding (let alone a dress), we're in discussion mode. All we know thus far is that it will be outdoors. That's a start, right?

As we prepare to sign on for a lifetime of matrimonial bliss. Devon's beard is getting gray just thinking about it. 

We're incredibly thankful to all the folk who made time for us in their busy lives to spend some quality time together. Trying to pack a life into four weeks is quite the challenge, but we felt really lucky to have seen so many people that are important to us, and especially to have enjoyed several occasions where many of them got together in the same space. So, so appreciated. 

the view into my wee hometown

Sam, Devon & I, loving the up tracks. Jenn at the camera.

So for now, we're back in the southern hemisphere, and will be for a few months yet. There's work to be done (more on this later), a house to pack up, a puppy to find a home for, parents to entertain (mine, on a visit in the spring!), and the whole of Africa to explore.

Or at least some of it.

Til next time,

C & D.

ummm...You actually get to live here?

A lot can happen in six weeks.

A lot of flights. A lot of excellent (and cheap!) wine in South Africa. A lot of skiing. A lot of catching up with good friends, old and new, and with our (amazing!) families. A lot of cooking all the things available in food-oriented Vancouver. Did I mention the skiing?

thought provoking snow decisions

I'll rewind a bit. On our way home we blew all our British Airways points to get a good set of flights and a layover in Cape Town, a place we'd both always wanted to go. And it was, as expected, incredible (an early warning - this post seems rather on the sappy side. Life is good. I'm sorry).

We embarked on our first Couch Surfing experience (as surfers - we've both hosted before, separately in Vancouver and together in Malawi). Doug, thank you - you really made our stay. Our house is yours, anytime, wherever it may be.

Cape Town is really a most amazing place. The sheer spectacular beauty rivals Vancouver, and dare I say, may surpass it. It's like Vancouver on Viagra - that much more intense. The Southern Ocean crashes straight into the peaks of the Cape, with winds to match. The climbing looks incredible. The diving is (although bloody cold). The continual sweep of cloud over Table Mountain lends a certain ominous air to the scene.

Devon, Allison, and the tablecloth

Coming fresh from Malawi (and a brief stop in Joburg), we were also easily amazed and overwhelmed by the abundance of good food and wine. I've never been so aghast in an only half-decent grocery store before. There were two cheese sections! We continued a made-in-Malawi friendship by meeting up with our dear friend Allison, who had made it to SA a few weeks before us. She knew just what it was like. But that didn't stop her making fun of us as we proceeded to scarf the first croissant in the store and ask for another. The check out lady was less amused.

We managed to pack a lot into a long weekend. While I didn't quite make it through either dive due to my freezing cold extremities, we got out on a boat for a day and did two dives, one wreck and one in a seal colony. So. Cool. We literally danced with hundreds (thousands?) of seals in only about 15 feet of water and kelp forest. One of many moments that I have wished for an underwater camera.

so many layers of neoprene.

Hiking Table Mountain, visiting vineyards, and driving the coastal road to Hermanus topped off our blur of a trip before we caught a flight to London. I'd heard horror stories of being robbed while hiking, but this seemed beyond the realm of possibility as we joined the throngs of folk scrambling up the rather Grouse Grind-esque trail to the top. Not a bad morning workout.

at the top of Table Mtn. 

Yeah....we'll be back.