They say a picture can paint a thousand words, but sometimes there are a thousand memories in there too.
A long time, very dear friend sent me a link to a blog devoted to Port Elizabeth, the harbour city known now for its illustrious son Nelson Mandela, where my gypsy family finally settled in 1970.
Browsing through the exquisite photos posted here, I was transported into the past. Here‘s a picture of the maternity home, previously a colonial malaria clinic, in which both my babies were born; there‘s one of the mini “traffic lights” where they learned their road skills so many years ago.
If you ever get the chance to visit South Africa, dearest Reader, please do not confine your trip to the majesty of Cape Town or the flashy lights of Johannesburg. There is a gem just a little further up the coast in which the true heart of the country can be heard strongly beating.