Mama Nosintho and I walked from the mini bus stop to her house. Along the way she stopped and talked to everyone we met along the way. I soon became lost trying to distinguish who was a cousin, who was a neighbor, or who was a kid she used to babysit. We passed several…

Pieces of broken glass crunched into the sand under my feet as I walked. The air was dusty and smelled of garbage that was for too long neglected and left to rot by the side of the road. The sun is hot, burning my skin even through my clothes. Stray dogs wander through the streets…

Ithaca is known for its famous farmers market. The one in Cape Town is just like the one in Ithaca...but on steroids. It's easily 2-3X larger than Ithaca's.  But just like Ithaca, it boasts food from many different cultures and many organic vendors. It's places like this that make me miss Ithaca (but not the…