Focal points. A little hack to keep balanced while learning yoga exercises before my customary morning cigarette drenched in coffee. Happy Valley palm tree leaves, a miniature sailboat about to disappear behind the Atlantic horizon or slowly moving my eyes along the path of the incandescent clouds whispering over the misty twelve apostels. No sight fails to amaze in this majestical little place on earth.
A few weeks ago I set foot on land in Camps Bay to introduce myself to six other world citizens. I’ve been co-living with them for this first part of my stay in Cape Town.
Remarkable and rememberable things happen when people don’t choose each other and end up living together. With nothing much more in common than mutual respect and an open mind, completely different cultural backgrounds can be exactly what you need to expand your perspective and fight off the enemy called comfort-zone.
Acoustic sunset romance on the backing vocals of dying branches, gasping for a last breath before tumbling into ashes on in the braai. Daybreak coding sessions to make up for lengthy lunches nearby the beach. If life is only as good as the memories we make, I think i’m exactly where i need to be.
As the blended Strathearn 11 family members are about to all go our separate ways to spend the holidays, I can somehow sense the impending doom of a lonely Christmas. No family or friends this year. No pointless conversation about the meaning of life with my furry buddy. Me, myself and I.
Far out of sight is society that conditioned me to not even try finding comfort in being alone. Set sail. I’ll do it the hard way if I have to.
Viento, que viene de la montaña
Viento, que viene del mar
Viento, tráenos la claridad
Viento, tráenos la libertad
Vuela, vuela, volá