I'm a Capetonian

There are so many beautiful people here, it's unbelieveable. And like America, it's a melting pot of all different races and nationalities. Including Americans. And everyone is so cool here-- hipsters with long hair and wayfarer sunglasses and people in board shorts and v-necks (yay for the v-necks!). I couldn't imagine a more beautiful city-- it's like Europe meets New Orleans meets San Francisco. Only way less safe. Some people have no qualms about pulling a knife on you to ask for (or demand, rather) money. They probably have no intention of stabbing you, though-- and if you run away or say you don't have any money, there shouldn't be an altercation. And the city has a mountainous backdrop, the tallest of which is Table Mountain. And I climed it two days ago! It was a murderously hot day, but I was starving for some exercise, so I decided to climb it. The only other person from our group up for the challenge was Hannah Kuehnert, so we braved that thing together. Each step up the mountain was like a stair-step (but rocks, of course), and it felt as though we were on a stair-stepper for two hours.
I knew that the next day I'd wake up sore from the hike, but I had no idea that I'd have food poisoning and a fever... So I spent the entirety of yesterday in bed, trying to choke down water. I feel much better now, but am now much more wary of South African food, and especially buffets of it. Ok, I have to stop thinking about it before I get sick again.
Well anyway, I hope you all don't have too much winter to deal with... It's so hard to believe that the weather over there is so cold when it was around 100 degrees today. But don't be jealous of me-- there isn't any air conditioning here! What's it like not to sweat? I don't know.
Tomorrow morning I have a sociology test and then a full day of educational activities (as usual), and then Tuesday we leave for Namibia. We should have internet there. More to come. Miss you!

Cheers