See you stateside
Headed back across the equator and then back across the pond. To South Africa, I will see you again. To everyone at home, see you soon!
A Journal of an american student abroad
York House. Photo credit to Kathryn Haines.
My Modernism final had another excerpt from this poem which I had to compare to a Mayakovsky poem, both about cities.
At last you’re tired of this elderly world
Shepherdess O Eiffel Tower this morning the bridges are bleating
You’re fed up living with antiquity
(from ZONE)
Ella’s shoes. This is as far as we made it, we didn’t much feel like climbing up the ladders, or down them later. Last beautiful day in Cape Town.
Lion’s Head, one last time.
Gabi’s upside down.
York House.
Andrew, Anna, Reinhard, Katie, Gabi, Beth, Adam. Bottom: Sara, Kate, Ella, Dani, Cat.
Saturday morning breakfasts were often obtained at Old Biscuit Mill, a touristy food and clothing market that had such good food, it made up for the fact that it was touristy. Here is Ella enjoying pizza last Saturday.
“When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with…”
— Lorrie Moore, Birds of America
Gimme food? I’m so cute!
- Gugs
