Cape Town!

Wow. That flight was possibly the longest flight I've ever been on. No joke. 5 hours to Atlanta from SeaTac (we were at SeaTac at 4 am btw), 8ish hours to Dakar, Senagal, and 8ish hours from Dakar to Cape Town. Maybe it just feels like a long time because I kept waking up and falling back asleep every few minutes.
Segall (Mr.) had to take the 7 am flight to Atlanta, but met the rest of us there. ALSO. A guy from New York going to Wheaton joined us, too. That makes two boys and...a lot of girls. I have yet to learn everyone's names, but it's only a day in. They'll come in time.

Got into Cape Town at around 4:20 SA time, exchanged monies, and headed to the hostel.
"The Backpack." It's chilly but lovely. They made dinner for us on our first night, thank God, because we finished grocery shopping at around 8 pm and it would be unfortunate to be awake for a whole lot longer. Except...I'm up now...so...anyway.
Tomorrow we go to Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned. Mykaila, Segall, and I get up at 7:30 or so to make breakfast for everyone, and then we head off!
I'm excited. I'm still in a daze; this feels like a big dream and I'm going to wake up any minute. But an exciting dream, nonetheless.

I'll have more to say when something actually happens. Until then.
Love.