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Sticky koeksisters and lavender lemonade

As I looked into her eyes, I sensed a deep compassion and knew I had found a new friendship, which had started with an exchange of emails booking accommodation for a friend’s wedding. I was due to fly out of London to Cape Town and had been feeling the excitement for months since I’d received the wedding invite.

I was in contact with Karien, the co-owner of the family run Winterberg Mountain Inn in Wolseley. We had a few phone calls a number of months prior to my planned visit, and I sensed a genuine warmth in her voice over the crackly Wi-Fi mobile signal.

Having spent a week in my old home of Cape Town catching up with old friends, I had a feeling of excitement as I drove the romantic Cape Route 62 to Wolesley. A self-drive route through farming towns, vineyards, orchards, and the hairpin bends through the majestic mountains. There are plenty of opportunities to visit local farm stalls, wineries, or eat a sticky koeksister on the way.

Cape open roads

Driving in the heat of a 37C day it was a sense of relief to arrive at the inn tucked under the start of the Michell’s Pass/R46, 10km away from Ceres. Welcomed by the duty manager Laquita I settled into my room at the end of the terrace with old wooden floorboards, high ceilings and a huge bathroom. I felt a sense of home wash over me. 

Keen to find a drink I sat in the shade of the covered porch overlooking the lush green garden by the swimming pool. The flowers were in full bloom and I welcomed the serenity with the mountains staring back at me.

Serenity

Scanning the menu of old South African favourites; Cape Malay curries, malva pudding, homemade bread and corn fritters I was starting to feel hungry.

I asked the waiter chuckling ‘What’s the best drink?’ and Tiri responded smiling with a sparkle in his eyes, ‘The lavender lemonade. I make it myself.’

Served in a glass jar, a paper straw, sprigs of mint, lavender, and slices of lemon I felt fulfilled taking that thirst-quenching sip. Drinking in the oasis of blooming roses and purple flowers with the sparkling blue pool in view, I was so happy I had followed my gut instinct to find this gem.

The Harvest Table Bistro Restaurant at the inn is well known on this route and is popular for drinks, breakfast, lunch or dinner. Food is sourced locally and the menu has something for everyone. I enjoyed the simple, fresh home cooked flavours at every meal I had during my stay. The vetkoek with breakfast was mouthwatering!

Farmhouse breakfast with vetkoek

When I met the owner Karien and looked into her eyes I felt like I had known her before.  We had daily conversations during my stay, and the small decorative touches she weaved through the inn, home cooked food, and gentle ways her staff interacted with me, I knew this was a special close knit family. 

Nothing was too much trouble from offering to do my laundry even with drought water restrictions still in place, and on the day of the wedding Karien messaged me ‘do you need your dress ironing?’. It was these thoughtful gestures that counted.

Sharing wedding stories with the manager Laquita and Karien the following morning, it was time to say goodbye to this lovely family. 

Karien looked me in the eyes after we hugged saying ‘I feel like we always have known each other, and I hope you will be back soon.’ I felt that and left with a warm fuzzy feeling onwards to the game reserve for my safari adventure.

Sunset game drive

Back in London we exchanged a few emails and she responded with ‘You will always be remembered dearly by us all, Love Karien’.

Likewise Karien, your family inn, and the staff are forever in my heart for the excellent, welcoming and friendly service from the initial enquiries making my booking through to checking out and saying ‘totsiens vir nou’.

Posted in Humanity, Inspiration, Relationships, travel, What's on my mind?, Wisdom

Dear Human

Reflections in Nature’s Valley, Garden Route, South Africa

Many lifetimes, many lessons and many places. Put me near water and I’m in my true essence of love and connection to our Mother Earth. Beaches, oceans, rivers, streams, lakes and waterfalls make my heart sing. Water connects me to my true higher self and my most intuitive reflections arise. I’ve often been called a water baby! What’s your true element?

As I reflect on 9/11 and remember what I was doing in the moments the news hit our trading floor in London and the traders called our back office. The hit to the heart and stomach I can still sense. Shock! Followed by crisis management in the global financial markets. An event much bigger than anyone was prepped for. Being called into my boss’s office as we got on the speaker phone to start our incident response with other leaders in the financial communities. The unknown in our faces, a tipping point we all got through that made me realise at the time what’s really important. Not money, not the next task – but people. The rest is just a bonus. The moments and days that unfolded as we all pulled together to support our friends and colleagues in New York is a time that is always etched in my heart and mind.

Today reminds me of all the stories that unfolded, and are still being revealed years later; that today is all that matters and who we love. Truth and love go hand in hand. May truth always reveal itself because that to me is loving despite it’s messiness at times. Nothing needs fixing, we are not broken.

I wanted to share these beautiful words of love by Courtney A. Walsh in memory of every family and person impacted by the events of 9/11. They were sent to me years ago and I often read them as a reminder – we are all love, we are one 🌍❤️.

“Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need any other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty.” – Courtney A. Walsh

There is only today. Have a beautiful love filled day!

With love SuitCaseCally 💜

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Innocence

Love matters

Years ago I was sent an email and it was one I kept as it warmed my heart when I was going through a challenging period of healing from grief and loss.

I don’t know who the original author is as I would give credit to them.

Kids often know the meaning of the word “love” better than adults.

“What Love means to a 4-8 year old…”

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds :

‘What does love mean?’

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

‘When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’

Rebecca- age 8

‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’

Billy – age 4

‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’

Karl – age 5

‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’

Chrissy – age 6

‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’

Terri – age 4

‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.’

Danny – age 7

‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.’

Emily – age 8

‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.’

Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

‘If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.’

Nikka – age 6

‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.’

Noelle – age 7

‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’

Tommy – age 6

‘During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’

Cindy – age 8

‘My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’

Clare – age 6

‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’

Elaine-age 5

‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’

Chris – age 7

‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’

Mary Ann – age 4

‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’

Lauren – age 4

‘When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’

Karen – age 7

‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.’

Mark – age 6

‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’

Jessica – age 8

And the final one…

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. Whenever his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said ‘Nothing, I just helped him cry.’

Keep the love vibrations flowing and return to innocence on those days when we are challenged ❤️.

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J’aime la Côte d’Azur

Antibes

The bright blue colours of contrast to the sky and what I liken to shades of lapis lazuli is the appeal of the crystal sea waters I’m so drawn too every time I visit the southern coastline of France.

I’m often asked what brings you here that you keep going back? The familiarity of the coast I liken to growing up in Perth and living in Cape Town. It’s the familiarity of the sea, the laidback cultural cafe lifestyle enriched with hills hugging the coastline as a backdrop into nature’s playground. Coastal water sports and marinas full of yachts baiting me to play at sea.

Marina Port Vauban, Antibes

Fresh food produce markets to live a simple, nourishing and lifestyle full of flavours and soul food are a way of life. Shopping daily and locally for what I needed was so satisfying and in the moment compared to supermarkets back home.

Fresh market food

Food is made with love from the fresh baguettes, tarts and pastries at the boulangerie to the bright red, gigantic, wonky looking tomatoes ripe and bursting with sunshine flavour. A flavour that only sun can create freshly picked paired with a good French cheese.

Tomato russe

If you fancy a dabble at learning how to make croissants it’s worth finding a local pastry chef. I spent a delightful afternoon after a morning at the beach, rolling layers of pastry and butter to make these yummy delicacies. Croissants are a labour of love and there’s something very soothing and trancelike rolling layers of pastry. Thrilled with my pastry workshop learning I now knew how to make croissants and pain au chocolat pastries 🥐 🇫🇷💓!

I spent many hours exploring the cobbled streets and back alleys of the old town and I fell in love with Antibes a little more with each step and discovery. My curiosity took me to little nooks and crannies tucked away from the main square and centre. I was fascinated by the buildings, architecture and quaint French decor fuelling my creativity and topping up my mind with future ideas that I could use as inspiration for my next creative project.

Cafes and restaurants are abundant and what better way to sip on an Aperol Spritz after a day swimming, sunbathing and exploring. My favourite thing is to watch people walking by, chatting, laughing and enjoying themselves.