Trouble’s Coming to Town
Yebo, Gogo! Guess who’s comin’ town? That’s right, boys and girls, it’s my very own Yankee Doodle MOM-O! Oh geez. South Africa better brace itself for this baseball loving, (lame) joke telling, heap-o-fun in a teeny tiny five foot package. Oh, sorry, little Mom, you’re actually five foot two (when you wear two inch heels). So what, you may ask, is on the itinerary while she’s here?
Kruger Park? Check.
Meet JD’s fam? Check.
Lions, cheetahs and bears? Check to two of them.
Cape Town? Check.
Beaches, wine farms, Robben Island, hiking? Check.
Blabbing, blabbing, blabbing? Big ol’ fat Check!
This is one of those times when it’s a-ok to be on the other side of the fence. Instead of being the international travelers, JD and I are the hosts. And we plan to be gold star, A+ hosts. Not that Mom-o is fussy. This is a woman who spent 1977 traveling alone around the entire continental United States with nothing but a one man Boy Scout tent. She’s the woman strapped me into a car seat before I could even walk and started hauling me around to every cool little town and park we could find. She’s the one who my Costa Rican friends called Little Fish because she spent eight hours a day swimming in the ocean. She’s also the one who taught me that it’s more interesting to listen to other people you meet when traveling than it is to talk about yourself. When I told everyone I was moving to South Africa to be with my boyfriend she said, “Cool” instead of “What?” And she’s the one whose motto is S’ko (short for Let’s Go).
We’re starting things off with a bang. JD and I are leading both our moms (or they’re leading us, we’re not quite sure yet) on a safari through Kruger. These are two women who’ve never actually met. But something tells me they’ll hit it off. Maybe it’s because both of them are up for an adventure anywhere, anytime. Or because they both have exceptionally gorgeous children. Or maybe because both of them will tell me that was a lame line when I see them.
After that it’s Jo’burg, Cape Town and wherever the wind blows us! Here comes Mom – Africa ain’t seen nothing yet.