On a Monday morning, everybody asks everybody else “How was your weekend?” The usual answer – “Good thanks, how was yours?”
Well. “Good thanks” does not quite describe the weekend I had. Spectacular comes close. Amazingly wonderful a bit closer. Fantasmagorically wondrous, beyond words would be very apt.
Not because we rubbed shoulders with the big wigs, or went for a cruise on the Nile or had supper in the Moulin Rouge’s Elephant in Paris.
What we did do, was immerse ourselves completely in the wonder of our new, and still quite fragile, relationship. We held hands all the time. We walked and saw things. We shared ourselves.
ELO was brilliant. The tunes brought back many memories. Our seats were actually not all that bad, and C could watch the sound engineer do his thing. It’s what he does, C 😉
Before the show, we walked through Emperor’s Palace and came a cross a guy that sang the old tunes, quite well. We got schwarma’s and sat on a step eating them, listening to this guy and serenading one another every so often ;-). Of course, we were looked at – apparently. C noticed the people looking and talking behind their hands about us, but hey. We had fun.
On Saturday we had burgers at a roadhouse and then we drove around looking at all the old houses to be found in that area. Big ones, small ones, restored ones, mouldering ones. Then you get the monstrosities – where people took the perfection of old and changed it into something horrible. We went to a few memorial sites – I took pictures because those are a blog on their own. To see the desecration of once proud monuments, a sad thing. Unfortunately, that’s the way the suck heap operates. We don’t have to look after the country’s heritage. We are new, we are young, we don’t care about what happened in the past.
Having exhausted the houses in Brakpan, we went through to Heidelberg. Yet another post in it’s own right – we’ll go back there and spend a whole day visiting what needs to be visited. Came across a lesser known monument to Boere audacity and perseverance. It’s not really a monument as such, but it dates from the Anglo-Boer war, still standing, and it’s a silent remembrance to the once proud and innovative nation we were.
This may not sound like much, but think about it this way. We’ve both been alone for a long time. We’ve both shared some of our lives with people that did not see what we saw. That did not appreciate what we appreciate. To find a kindred spirit in a person that also loves you is almost unheard of. So, for many people, it might sound boring. Looking at old houses. For us? Not so much. It is still a relief to have a person in my life that does not scoff at my enjoyment of old things. That does not call my collection of old things so much rubbish. Or that makes me feel that I’m somewhat lacking because I prefer old things to new things any day of the week. To have somebody that agrees that we should have a library in the house that we will hopefully one day build. A big kitchen where my old table will come to his right. To have somebody that is really worth knowing. Somebody that hopefully thinks I’m worth knowing too!
And that’s why the weekend was that spectacular. We shared, we laughed, we got to know more about each other.
All in all, a brilliantly spectacular weekend. When I have the pictures off my phone I’ll do a post on the commemorative places we went to – and I can see a few more of those in my future 😉
And now, for you to hear what we heard at the concert…
Long days and pleasant nights…