Letter From Cape Town
Dear Diane,
I'm sitting in Cape Town, having just cabled down from fabled Table Mountain. Even before that we were in love with Cape Town. We leave tomorrow, so I thought I'd send a few words for Thursday. I imagine that when I get into my own bed Thursday a.m. I won't want to stop to write!
We've done all the usual and delightful tourist things—like safari'ing near Cape Elizabeth where we saw lions, giraffes, warthogs, hippos, many antelopes of every sort, and two elephants at play—and ooh'd and ahh'd and snapped photos galore. We drove along the eastern shore on a route that makes Route One in California seem like a snap, and all the while driving on the wrong side of the road. Our first stop was at the University of the Free State in Bloemfontein in the center of the country. We spent three days being feted and feasted, and more or less giving the same talk to three mostly different audiences about the complexity of schooling if we have
I'm sitting in Cape Town, having just cabled down from fabled Table Mountain. Even before that we were in love with Cape Town. We leave tomorrow, so I thought I'd send a few words for Thursday. I imagine that when I get into my own bed Thursday a.m. I won't want to stop to write!
We've done all the usual and delightful tourist things—like safari'ing near Cape Elizabeth where we saw lions, giraffes, warthogs, hippos, many antelopes of every sort, and two elephants at play—and ooh'd and ahh'd and snapped photos galore. We drove along the eastern shore on a route that makes Route One in California seem like a snap, and all the while driving on the wrong side of the road. Our first stop was at the University of the Free State in Bloemfontein in the center of the country. We spent three days being feted and feasted, and more or less giving the same talk to three mostly different audiences about the complexity of schooling if we have