That's the best way I can describe my first five days in Cape Town - it's so much to take in. Not quite too much, but soooooo much.
The chaos of downtown, the heartbreaking faces of the beggars who I know I'm not supposed to give money to, and the inspiring, humbling stories of the protesters memorialized at the Crypt in St. George's Cathedral.
The devastating poverty of the townships, and the barren space in District 6 where so many people used to live before they were forced to move out far outside of the city.
Beacons of hope in the townships - beautiful works of art and music at the Langa township community center, the Treatment Action Campaign (TAC) office in Khayelitsha, Tafelsig clinic in Mitchell's Plain, and the food bank and education programs at the Manenberg People's Centre.
The breathtaking beauty of Table Mountain, and how unbelievably gorgeous the beach is with the sun glittering on the ocean in the front and shining on the mountain in the back.
And the gorgeous Xhosa voices lifted up at Sivuyile National Baptist Church on Sunday morning. I think that is a nice place to end this first blog post - with praise to God, for the wonderful experience He's blessed me with in just a few days. :)
When I was in college, your grandpa used to tell me, "You're there to learn all there is to know." Meaning, college was about a lot more than classes, tests, and papers. Clearly, your study overseas is about a lot more than just the internship and you are already making the most of the adventure.
ReplyDeleteLove your post, and look forward to reading future posts. It's a blessing and a privilege to call you "daughter." Love,
Dad