Last night when I went to sleep (finally), I was praying to feel good as new when I woke up so that I could attend Maci and Nikki’s last day, but unfortunately that wasn’t in the cards. I woke up to give them the baked goods for the nurses and went back to bed. Thankfully, Tess also had the day off so we laid in our beds, each watching our respective Netflix shows until I could muster up the courage to grab some lunch… the first time I had eaten in 24 hours.
After some lunch and a little bit more Mad Men, I decided to get out of the house and go to my most calming spot: the knitting store. I needed some materials to make gifts for the Connect-123 coordinators, so I took a quick trip to Orion Wool and Crafts. The ride there definitely didn’t do any favors for my stomach, but I made it out alive.
For the remainder of the afternoon, Tess and I headed to the K Spa at the waterfront and got couples’ massages because why not? They were wonderful, cheap, and definitely not well-deserved (as we were lying in bed all day) but we enjoyed it anyway.
We continued our honeymoon-type day with dinner at a local tavern (Perseverance or Persies, started in 1836) while watching rugby for an authentic ~South African night~. On our walk home (only about 2 blocks), there was a torrential downpour, paving way for our photoshoot to enact Toto’s iconic line, “I bless the rains down in Africa”. Catch all the evidence of that in the photo gallery. We quickly retreated inside, dried off, and are now settled back into bed for a restful night. Xhosa word of the day is “rain”: imvula.