Itchy Feet

Itchy Feet

A friend of mine is back in South Africa. This particular friend was there when I was there, her name is Liza, and she’s from Italy. She was one of my best friends when I was there, and we’ve kept in touch. In fact, a year and a half ago when I met up with Anna in Greece, Liza was supposed to meet us too. (All three of us lived and worked at Buccaneers Backpackers together) I’m so very jealous right now thatshe’s back at Buccaneers, partying and working. She’s only going to be there for a month, then she’s sailing for the summer season (she works on a boat) then she’s going back to S.A in October for good.

My feet are itchy and my heart is yearning to fill up my backpack and head out again. I have a laptop, I could write and travel.

Soon, I just might have to take off again. 😎

At the very least I’ll have to scan some of the photos from there in so you can all see what life was like for us there, and why it’s a place that still calls to me. I’ll try to do that this week.

3 Comments

  1. maripj

    I say go for it!:great: Think of the inspiration you’ll get from your travels. It has nothing to do with my interest in getting to read more of your stories. *giggles* I’d love to see the photos.

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