It's a rainy day in Cape Town. I love days like these - cloudy and overcast, drizzly with a cold breeze from the north west. It reminds me of home. I'm glad I brought my wellies to South Africa, they are good for splashing in puddles. They are also useful for not slipping on the deck when sailing in the pouring rain. Rainy days also mean more energy for thinking, the sun here is so hot it's all you can do to get through your daily chores on the yachts.
When I was young, my brother had a Richard Scarry book (with those characters from Busytown) called The Best Rainy Day Book Ever. I wish I had it with me now :P Instead, I guess I'll spend the day writing to friends, reading and relaxing. What a great day at work hee hee. Hopefully the rain won't stop.
My flatmate Dorit is going home back to Germany on Tuesday. I'm sad to see her leave. We were watching a film recently where one character said to the other about how, when you're young, you don't realise how rarely it is that you meet someone you really get along with. Otherwise, you'd hang on tight to them. It's something we just now are beginning to realise. I liked the film because the characters are looking for answers to the same questions as we are right now.
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