His & Hers: Cape Town Has Our Hearts

This place is insanely fucking cool. Note: When Adrienne adds the word "fuck/fucking" before an adjective it means there's no (intelligent) word that covers her sincere opinion of it's greatness. Deal with it. Anyways, there are spectacular views from every single location in the city and even more-so on the outskirts of Cape Town. We would say it's a cross between San Francisco and Los Angeles, but 100x better and minus the superficial d-bags. The big, beautiful mountains, the gorgeous beaches edged with massive boulders, fresh fish and produce markets, an eclectic bar and restaurant scene, the people look like models (must be the Dutch in them- eh hem), but the women dress casually, makeup-free and the men wear flip flops, surf boards and smiles. In our opinion, this is the most appealing and jaw-dropping city imaginable. We want, we need, to live here someday.

We've been in Cape Town for just about three weeks and we've met so many incredible people. Four groups of friends that we can't get enough of. Some of them came into our lives organically (AKA after a few drinks at bars, restaurants or even on the streets), some from social media and some hopped into our lives by yelling across a bar "YOU'RE THAT TRAVELING COUPLE ON INSTAGRAM!" (Adrienne loves you Janice, her love, who is just as crazy as she is) Our interactions with the locals in general has been incredible. Everyone is smiley, helpful and so so so kind. 

All of the above has made the rolling electrical blackouts (AKA load shedding) for two to six hours at a time totally bearable, well, for Adrienne at least. It hasn't helped Andrew's work productivity, but we all know the guy deserves a break here and there and this forces him to get outside for a walk or enjoy a candlelit dinner at one of the many restaurants that stay open even though flash lights are needed in order to avoid running over small children or spill food onto patrons laps. The blackouts have added quite a twist to our days and nights, which keeps us on our toes and we absolutely make the best of it. 

The load shedding is not the only quirky thing about the city. There's a standard bus system, but the typical mode of transportation for locals is a "mini bus". This is essentially an old, beat-up van with a driver and a guy literally hanging out the back screaming different locations or routes. Once you get in the van they basically talk shit to each other in Xhosa, Swahili, or one of the 8 other languages everyone seems to know here and they definitely do their best to piss off other drivers. For an American, that whole system looks a bit dodgy, but it's definitely the most fun way to get around the city - we love it!

You see little kids dancing in a group of 10+ with faces painted white and long tassels on their shorts or skirts. They move their feet faster than Adrienne's slow noggin can comprehend. When they take breaks from their dancing and chanting, they lay flat on their backs or bellies in the middle of the super hot sidewalks. They're cute as hell and Adrienne wants to put them all in her pocket and keep them forever!

There's a bunch of other fun stuff here and we haven't even scratched the surface of activities and sights to see/do, but this is getting too wordy and we really hate writing. Over and OUT.

Hers: Victory

For those of you who don't know pre-trip Adrienne very well, she has a small obsession with high heels, cocktail dresses and bags. Just like most women, but pre-trip Adrienne very rarely wore the same outfit twice for admittedly vain reasons. 

So...I cried a little when Andrew broke the news that we were only bringing carry-on bags for this adventure of a lifetime. I thought we'd be bringing roller bags, like, big ones. I got more choked up when he suggested that we attempt to bring the clothing we would wear for a minimum of ~six months and THEN we could start trading pieces out for new items if our trip lasts longer. If you've read our website you'd know that part of the purpose of this trip was to learn how to live simply and shed ourselves of our high maintenance tendencies. I'm here to tell you that from experience, that drastic change of thinking doesn't happen over night, nor does it happen over 3 weeks! The only thing we really argued about while preparing for our trip was what I could put in his bags. I may or may not have had a few nights when I would lie awake at night frustrated and stressed about what I was going to pack. 

So, we were just in Rio for three weeks. Rio is a very casual, beach town. You might have read my last post called "Rio-ians" about Rio style. Simply put, its pretty hideous overall. I saw a couple of knock-off designer bags and I can count on my hands how many times someone was in heels. I was totally cool with my wardrobe not including anything nicer than tshirts, cut-off shorts, Birkenstock sandals and sneakers. I wasn't even upset about wearing the same outfits twice! 

After our time in careless, fashionably unguided Rio we're now in Sao Paulo. SP is known to be the NYC of South America, but bigger. We just happen to be staying in one of the nicest neighborhoods of the city too. 

You know what those factors add up to? Me, hating my contents of my backpack. My tshirts and birkies are no longer appropriate to be worn after the sun goes down here. I really just wanted to tell you that today, after only three weeks on the road, I am going shopping. Today!! (Insert: smiley face emoji, clappy hand emoji, dancing girl emoji, tears of joy emoji, girl with crown emoji, thumbs up emoji, sunglasses emoji and all of the monkey emojis) It’s sad that I’m so happy right now…someday, hopefully, I’ll be better.