I am sitting at Cape Town airport. Once again, I am writing a post as it is tradition. I never seem to leave Cape Town indifferent, I always seem to have something to say when I sit here, depending on the hour G&T
or coffee in hand. Same procedure as every year.
This time around, my feet are bouncing with excitement. And while my heart is beating faster at the thought of what lies ahead, I can feel my throat tightening. With the excitement ahead comes the inevitable goodbye to my friends, my family, and my home. The usual heartbreak.
I took a break for the last few months. A break from having a life on the road, from not having a routine, from not going to an office. I think I needed it. I spent Christmas with my family in Cape Town, worked at my old job, and relished in the familiar rather than the new and exciting. It was more than a little nice. It was a breath of fresh air that reminded me why I fell in love with this city in the first place and that there are incredible people in my life who still love me even though I am away most of the time.
But it was also a lot of work. Not only did I do some production jobs while writing and editing, but also tried to gather some new travel content. That posed especially difficult. While I can understand why people are so keen to know more about Cape Town and potentially plan their own trip for me it is just home. No more and no less, but not a travel destination to explore. That makes it hard for me to explore. I just wanted to go grocery shopping and actually cook a meal myself rather than venture out to find new restaurants (well, I did find a few… A Foodie Guide to Cape Town). I didn’t want to climb that mountain but rather lie by my friend’s pool. Dora the Explorer wanted a holiday from exploring and I did just that happily for a few weeks.
But with contentment, the thought of traveling happy feet returned. Some may call them itchy feet. I looked longingly at the pictures and adventures of other travel bloggers and my mind started to wonder – what adventures would I have this year? I had planned nothing beyond my time in Cape Town and a visit to Berlin.
While I was in South Africa and put finishing touches on my book I thought more about the Buddha quote which is headline for one of my chapters: The trouble is, you think you have time. This words always struck a cord with me and somehow now more than ever when I was standing presumingly still. I decided to write a post about it. You think you have time.
That was until I realized I had already written one (that happens more often than I like to admit….). Granted the inspiration was a different one, having written it right after the attacks on Charlie Hebdo, but the sentiment was, of course, still the same.
So instead of re-writing my own stories, I enjoyed the time I had with my friends and families to the fullest all the while starting to plan new adventures. I allowed my mind to wander, the butterflies to resurface and tap my happy feet.
It started with an impromptu application to be part of the Kerala Blog Express. I am incredibly grateful to everybody who played along and voted for me and am happy to tell that – I just got my Indian visa and hurrah – I AM GOING TO INDIA!!!
While I was still waiting for the results to come in I was looking for ways to fill a very gray February and the time between South Africa and Berlin. Because honestly if I can skip 2 weeks of winter gray why wouldn’t I?
My dad and I had long been talking about a possible second trip to La Reunion, an island we have visited together before and both loved. Alas, my dad didn’t feel up for it anymore and so I suggested the one alternative I knew we would both equally love: Morocco.
I know you will roll your eyes now. How much more Morocco content can a blog need, how much more of a city can a person want? What can I say… A lot more, because my love for this country is undiminished, somehow now more than ever.
I am incredibly excited to show my dad my favorite places in Marrakech and Essaouria, eat at all my favorite little eateries and all the sea urchins I can find at the fish market, stay at some fabulous hotels and riads, take selfies with him at Jardin Majorelle, and spend a night at the Scarabeo Camp in the dessert. And while the weather forecast is mixed for the next few days, it is a whole lot better than Germany.*
After 10 days of frolicking through the medinas, it will be back to work. Or rather blogger work – ITB. While this is technically not traveling, I will get to see some friends I made over the last year again, celebrate my birthday with one of my best friends in Berlin, and hopefully lay the groundwork for many exciting trips to come.
In April I am now planning t on one of my most exciting trips yet. Not so much due to the destination but the reasoning for going there: I have just applied to do my DMT on Koh Tao. DMT is dive master training for all you landlubbers and something I have been eyeing basically ever since I started diving.
While Koh Tao might not be the best dive destination in the world, it is accessible, inexpensive and most important to me – the home, where I took my first underwater steps. With or without diving, it is one of those places I go to when I close my eyes to have a little daydream.
And after that? Who knows. World…oyster… for now I am just happy to be moving again because after all, this is what travelers do. Or at least are supposed to do, happy feet and all.
What are your travel plans for this year? Heading anywhere exciting?
*I am already in Morocco as I publish this and it was raining cats and dogs for a better part of the day. Mind you, still warmer than in Germany!