Heritage Day

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Our little country had a long weekend this past weekend, for those of you who didn’t know.

As blatantly arrogant and selfish as this might sound, Flip and I actually had quite a tiff about the long weekend, because we had to stay home. For those who know me quite well {and don’t worry, this isn’t an if-you-really-knew-me type do} know that I have wanderlust to the flippen max. I cannot stand being home when I know I have an extra day to explore.

All in all, I admit that I have been selfish, and that this weekend was actually quite a blast.

Before I go off on an entirely different tangent, the reason for the long weekend was because we celebrated Heritage Day. Wikipedia describes it as a public holiday on which South Africans across the spectrum are encouraged to celebrate their cultural heritage and the diversity of their beliefs and traditions, in the wider context of a nation that belongs to its entire people.

To be honest, I didn’t have an idea what this day was for, but it’s a free day. Somehow, as we are South Africans in bone and marrow, the day has turned into an unofficial National Braai Day, which is how we would normally celebrate the day.

However, and although not pictured, we had a braai day of our own at friends on Sunday and being a bit bruised and battered after this debauchery, Flip and I took it slow.

As per usual, we took the pups to Gillooly’s Farm, took a long walk around the dam and relaxed with a couple of drinks. We didn’t and couldn’t stay long, as Flip had worked most of the day, and we had to take a friend to the airport. 

I left Saturday out of this little tale, but that’s another post, for another day.

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In other heartbreaking news, Mila is getting spayed tomorrow and I’m fighting the tears. I’ll be away on a mine site visit, so won’t be able to even comfort my poor little baby when she gets out of the operation.

Oh! Damnit!