Tous les jours je me dis : "GO".
Every day I tell myself: "GO". And I never leave. Because I'm too happy here, with the kids. We share the wine in the evening on the terrace in the sunshine of our hearts, wine and heartaches, future plans and I'm always the granny on the road that brings them back to the here and now where we all feel so good. I had forgotten the charm of life in the "hostels", as I have lived in Australia and New Zealand: it is intact here as well. But we must leave one day and there it is: I decided it would be Monday. Monday I'll take the Baz Bus( a bourgeois way , muy friends say !) and go in seven days from Cape Town to Joburg taking the plane for Lillongwee on the 9th . In the meantime I met Taylor, a young man from Montreal, happy to speak French We spoke of Mexico and Central America and I realised he couldn't share any more . he was fascinated by a gorgeous blonde who languished alone in the table next door. So with my consent he left me and choose her !!!I headr them seduce each other : a treat although this intrusive incursion into the world of illusions!
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