For once in Cape Town it was not raining on Spring Day. Because it HAS rained on every Spring Day for the last 7 years, to my recall. I don't recall before that. Probably because I was dealing with 1-3 year olds (hee hee).
It was darn cold. Very cold. Exceptionally cold. I froze. It was worth it. Fully alive and shivering. And so not a boring thing to do at 44! Especially the bit where I stood on a sea urchin and had to wait 2 weeks for the spine to come out on it's own.
Do it again? Yes. With wet shoes? Definitely. Oi vey! Here's to the not-boring me!
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