You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place. Like you'll never only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again. <- me leaving Prague
The first time that I had “souskluitjies” for dessert, was at my Grandma Naomi Uys’s house in Johannesburg when I was about 15 years old. My Ouma was a very grand lady – perfectly groomed, well-traveled, informed and very stylish. Their townhouse in Northcliff was impeccable, filled with beautiful Persian carpets and mohair curtains.