People were welcoming and warm and quick to laugh. Almost nothing happened on time. Meetings started when they started and went on longer than expected. African Time existed in the Western Cape, too; it reminded me in this way of a less eccentric Kenya.
The sun was shining, and Cape Town looked so beautiful from up high. I no longer doubted how much I loved this country, and how much it taught me. For giving me this gift that can never be robbed, I am grateful to the Gladstone Memorial Trust.
How would you describe a wine tasting, what goes on? If you've never been to a tasting, what do you think happens? I suppose you could say that it's simple! After all, it's in the title 'Wine Tasting!'