The guest house we stayed in, Villa Zeezich, was recommended by a friend of a friend who visited Cape Town two years ago. We arrived on Sunday evening, just before dark. Elize met us at the front door, told us a little about the house – her mother in law opened the B&B in 1954 and some of the furniture was made by her father – and showed us upstairs to our corner room. We were the only guests that first night and hit the jackpot.
In the morning, before going downstairs to a hearty breakfast of eggs, toast, yogurt, fruit and coffee, Bill and I would gaze out the window for a few minutes. Table Mountain was visible from the front of the house, the city sprawled out to our left. Everyday looked different depending on the weather. Some days were clear, exposing the city for miles, other days were overcast or rainy; the city and Table Mountain would peak through grey skies and fog.
It took us a couple of days to get our bearings, but once we did, we walked whenever possible. The bus stop and local restaurants and shops were easily accessible by foot. Coming home at the end of the day, tired, was more challenging. Elize’s home sat at the top of the street, the last house on the block.
We were rewarded one night with a full moon. On Lion’s Head, camera lights flashed and headlamps bobbed as people hiked up, trying to get as close to the stars as possible. After hiking Lion’s Head during the day I couldn’t imagine negotiating those cliffside trails at night with only a head lamp and the moon to guide me. But, I am clumsy.
Our room was lovely. We never turned the television on. Bill spent time, in the evenings, uploading our photos onto his laptop and I read. We watched videos taken on his camera, poured over our photos. After spending a week with a group it was nice to have a week together alone. We window shopped, ate fresh seafood, ducked into cafes for coffee and cake. We weren’t on anybody’s schedule, made one up as we went. We explored Camp’s Bay and the Waterfront, chatted with as many locals as would engage with us.
As full as my life is, social interactions deplete me bit by bit, even on vacation. So, at the end of the day, I’m always thankful for a quiet space where I can refuel, whether it’s reading, napping or sitting and staring out the window. And every night, after the final climb up our street, feet tired and back slightly sore, we were treated to our room with the view.