So my days are numbered and it’s giving me anxiety. I don’t know how ready I am for reality yet. In a few short months, this has become home. Consequently I’ve been trying to do as much as I can here in South Africa. Last Thursday my roommates and I (still a bit hung over from Wednesday night, also known as “Little Saturday” here in Stellenbosch) woke up and ran to make the 1145 train to Cape Town. We spent the day at the beach, eating at a restaurant overlooking the water, buying ice cream from the vendors yelling “Lolly to be Jolly!?” down the beach. We put our toes in the icy water, licked our sticky fingers and looked out at the horizon, sad smiles on our faces as we commented about how little time we have left here together. Then, packing up our towels and sunscreen, we headed over to Lion’s Head, a small mountain connected to Table Mountain. We met up with friends and as the sun began to dip, the full moon began to rise in tandem with our ascent. A night hike up the mountain meant for some incredible views, as the city lights started to emerge, twinkling down below, and the huge moon lit up our path. Some people stopped half way up, got comfortable and broke out the wine glasses and cheese. We kept going till we reached the top, I grabbed Molly and we did a little top-of-the-mountain jig, laughing and twirling as everyone kept marveling at the view.