A Minor Miracle

There is hope for this country after all. I was resigned to its absense after months of never finding it but there on the shelf of the Pick-n-Pay in Constania, all by itself, was a small jar, worth its weight in gold, of Hellmanns Real Mayonnaise. The music playing switched abruptly from Robbie Williams to the Hallelujah Chorus and somehow a ray of sunshine found its way into the store to shine on that precious jar. I had the first really good grilled cheese sandwich in months.

The Mountain and Ski Club had its first hike up Lions Head and despite the cold I am trying to shake I rocked up, good thing I did because from the summit we could see a whale swimming down the coast line. Very cool.