Tomorrow I leave South Africa. As I write I sit in a friend’s living room looking out over the the Atlantic ocean as the sun sets. Spring in the Cape has been late this year and I’m wearing three sweaters.
But the flowers – the proteas of all ilks, pelargonium, daisies, and hundreds of others popping up in the sandy soil and clinging to rocks don’t know that. The beauty cannot be described.
I’ve either been so busy or have not had wi-fi available hence no additions to the blog. In the days ahead I will be writing more of my impressions, but here are a few of overall observations:
Soweto has paved roads, lots of new looking cars and many houses painted and surrounded by tended gardens.
I met whites and blacks involved in volunteering—crafts and sewing projects, community development, primary health clinics, university students helping register foreign residents. There’s a new vitality, especially in Johannesburg.
Mixed couples! I never thought I’d see the day. Black and white children attending school together. Africans anchoring the evening news in English. An African pilot and flight attendants.
Attitudes? That depends on where you are and who you are talking with. I feel there has been a giant leap forward in trying to live together as one nation. Perhaps the Bafanbafana team and the world cup has something to do with that.
An Afrikaans woman told me enthusiastically, “we are a nation in progress.”