Megan, Danielle, Andreas, Andy, and I sit at Hoedspruit’s token Italian restaurant, Cala la Pasta, for our last meal, although, really, it’s more like a final gorge fest of sugary coffees and breakfast part two.
The minutes tick by, and I am bittersweet–sad to see them go, excited to continue, thrilled to know a comfy hotel bed awaits.
It’s been a morning of pure ridiculousness, what, with us all taking bites out of Andy’s avocado toast, a corner apiece. And, me, I totally get shut down when I mistakenly think to suggest that since it is December first today, Christmas music is a most appropriate way of barreling down the back roads to Hoedspruit.
Crush my spirit, why don’t you.