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Nothing says it’s party time like a picnic in Kirstenbosch gardens right? well throw in a cute little baby and you’ve got yourself a party. Continue reading
Yesterday we celebrated Carl’s 30th Birthday! As I was going through the photos of our full day of adventures yesterday, my heart just swelled to 500 times its normal size. Continue reading
^^ The yummiest, softest bread around. I used the same knife that I was cutting swiss chard with to cut the bread, less dishes, but a lot of weird little green pieces on the bread.
^^ It would seem that Alice was already here.
^^ Big trees.
^^ Unprepared picnic days. We were still hungry after our treats.
^^ Carl makes a pretty handsome knight. Imagination has no age limit.
^^ Little pops of colour.
^^ Popcorn eating.
^^ Little flowers and some rubbish.
Hey friends! I hope all my Canadian friends had an amazing Canada day and all my American friends had a wonderful Independence day! We’ve been busy, busy, busy, trying to figure everything out, but in between all that we still had some time for a little picnic date. My weather headaches are still here, sometimes stronger than ever, but nothing a good old slice of freshly baked bread can’t cure. Here’s to another week, lets make this one even better than the last.
Carl’s dad took us on an amazing trip down memory lane, with a trip to Philadelphia. Now, I know what your thinking, Philadelphia in the States?! why didn’t I talk more about it on my instagram?! No, this Philadelphia is a rural little gem set in Cape town. Like most little towns get their roots from here in South Africa, Philadelphia used to be a farm. Farmers used to travel great distances by horse and cart to get to church for sacrament, as a result a farmer donated a portion of his land to the church, so they could have a church right by them.
This little town is basically surrounded by the church and gives a strange twilight zone kind of feeling, as you walk the streets and see little old ladies sitting on their porch stroking their dogs, with a lit cigarette hanging from their lips, giving off a by gone era feel. You start to wonder… where is the time machine and how did I get on it? As we walked around exploring, finding out all the little stories, seeing Carl’s dad get more and more excited as he spoke to everyone he could about the town. You kind of realize its the little things that matter.
^^ I obviously missed out on the joke.
^^ We had lunch at the cutest little cafe, set right under a pepper tree. I had an amazing portobello mushroom and aubergine burger that was just out of this world.
^^ A fragrant floral arrangement for a rustic feel.
^^ These little pepper flowers kept falling on the table, so the obvious thing to do was line them up for a photo.
^^ Freshly baked bread.
^^ The town shop.
^^ I would move into this little pink house immediately.
^^ As soon as we started walking the roads seem to get busy. It doesn’t look busy in this photo, but it was busy for a little rural town.
^^ This is an old gravestone written in Dutch, the first settlers in South Africa were Dutch, after that a lot of the other European settlers came from all over Europe. This cemetery was beyond creepy. It had a double fence wrapped around the whole thing, barbed wired and locks everywhere. I was convinced they were trying to keep a zombie outbreak quiet, but apparently the children here like to vandalise the graves.
^^ All shops should have lavender in front of it.
^^ This was called a citrus juice on the menu so naturally I assumed it was their weird way of saying its orange juice, but it was actually their weird way of saying its lemonade.
^^ Carl asked for a photo, I naturally went crazy.
^^ My jump landing.
^^ The church.
^^ Father and son. Carl’s a giant.