Ok to be fair, it is gorgeous and the warm water is lovely. Durban didn’t do anything to me.
But it has become one of those places you associate with a shit time/event/feeling. You know? When a song reminds you something you simply skip it on your playlist and move on. Durban has now become the place I want to avoid because of the way it makes me feel.
Late at night, when I paint my nails and catch up with messages I didn’t get to during the day I get to sit back and marvel at how incredible the people I surround myself with are. The people I cheer on, on a daily basis.
Navigation – The process or activity of accurately ascertaining one’s position and planning and following a route.
I have always been rubbish at following a route. I hate cooking with a recipe and give up half way because it feels like work and I shit you not the actual Maps function on my phone is broken. It always reads my position as one road to the left. (Yes, I and several other people have tried to fix this. I have given up and actually learned how to use it as is. You know like the car you drive where one gear is a bit sticky but you don’t notice it after a while.)
I have often written about my dream of taking a flight in a hot air balloon. In fact, if you asked me a month ago what my biggest dream was for 2018 I would have said “for everyone to just be healthy” you would have said “no, something else” and I would reply “a flight in a balloon”
A few weekends ago, my dream came true.
I love following 52 week and 365-day challenges and I love cheering people on to stick to it. But more often than not those I follow start one on the 1st of Jan then drop out around the halfway mark. (Except Megan, who even posted in hospitals and planes, nothing stopped her from completing 365beauty tips it was bloody awesome) Others start drawing challenges and boy do they start strong. Then they get lazy and it all goes out the window.
The problem with walls, is I have none.
When you travel, especially from small town to small town you notice a difference in the way people live. Where I grew up, houses didn’t have high walls around them. we played on each other’s lawns and in the street. Where I live now, if you pass a house without 6-foot walls you worry about their safety.
Lately, I have learned that people are a lot like houses.
To curate or not to curate. Every time I scroll through twitter I see more people join the conversation about whether or not you should curate your online presence or not.
Well for my first post of 2018 I decided to join the conversation and guess what, I don’t care if you curate or not.
Anyone feel like you have been holding your breath this whole year? January kicked off with a customary underwear dip in the pool. A fresh start. So much promise. So many wonderful things were right in reach. February brought change. Change we were all ready for and change we have been learning to live with since. 2017 had the highest of highs (no really, loads of drugs were involved) and the lowest of lows. To mention but one it was having to be sedated in ICU after attempting to pull out all drips.
“if you love what you do you will never work a day in your life”
I agree, but I also don’t. I love what I do for a living (even though it is very hard to explain it to people) But I have also never worked harder in my entire life. I have never worked longer hours, learned more, managed more and I have never felt more accomplished.
I have touched on what I do but never really explained it. I am Lydia Afonso and I am the Ops Manager for Kap Vino Estate, Kunjani Wines. (And accommodation and restaurant). Oversee all operations of the estate, from the wine-admin to the running of the day to day all the way through to exports and the accommodation and venue hire. I do, well, a little of everything with the help of an amazing team.
Just over 2 years ago, a friend (who also works in the industry) sent me a tweet with a link to a new wine they found. The USP was “A wine made by men, for men” and I was too intrigued not to pick up the phone and hear if it was for real. Turns out it was and it was actually being run by an AMAZING woman. I asked her if she was crazy with a slogan like that. It was actually an export brand and she was dying to change it.
Fast forward 6 months and I found myself saying yes to opening up a “small, intimate wine tasting” that will never serve food.
I once saw a bunch of hot air balloons being inflated in a field in Bath, in the UK. It was the clearest day. Not a cloud in the sky right in the centre of Bath in Victoria Park a whole bunch of air balloons were slowly being inflated. Eager passengers waiting in anticipation for the basket to just-just lift off the ground for them to jump in.