One of the highlights of my South African holiday was our trip to the beach on December 26. When we got up-it was rainy, cool, windy, very grey-a perfect day to try out a new beach on the Wild Coast!
As we headed to the beach, we talked about a sign directing us to Magwe Falls. We turned off, at least hoping to get a glimpse. We drove down a lne lined by tea plants, obviously once a thrinving tea plantation. The landscape was lush accented by the misty soft rain. To me it was like a dream.
We pulled into a gravel road that twisted around, seeming to have no destination. On the road were a group of teen age boys-excited to see visitors. We asked about the falls and they offered to show the way.
Joe, Anna with Levi on her back, Moses, Isaac and me followed these young men down a grassy path, across a rocky brook, and through a field. We could hear the falls, but could not really follow the sound.
Our leaders stopped at the edge of what turned out to be a very sharp and steep cliff. There, etched into the side of the hill where we were standing, was a gorgeous waterfall. Very high, and very very perfect.
I wondered what it must be like to live near such a beautiful place. Do you become used to it, do you take it for granted eventually?
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