{"id":78,"date":"2019-12-28T15:32:57","date_gmt":"2019-12-28T15:32:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/?p=78"},"modified":"2020-09-14T15:41:12","modified_gmt":"2020-09-14T15:41:12","slug":"struisbaai","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/?p=78","title":{"rendered":"Struisbaai"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap\">The only place my boat will ever want to sink its anchor \u2013 Struisbaai, Western Cape, South Africa.&nbsp;<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I always thought that my love for Struisbaai stemmed from the people I had around me while I was there. Though the people were always lovely, they usually came and left, but my love for Struisbaai never changed. I realized for once that it was never the people, but it was the way I felt when I was there. It was the one place I had felt completely content in.\u00a0I\u2019ve always wondered why this small town near the Southern Tip of Africa gripped my heart so, and I\u2019ve decided it will never be pin-pointed to an exact reason. Struisbaai took my heart in many ways and for many reasons.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7639-1-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-167\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7639-1-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7639-1-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7639-1-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7639-1-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7639-1-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>It was the way you could always count on a pretty sky. Even if it was August and you had way too many jackets layered over each other \u2013 the clouds still had a mesmerizing way of looking like art. During hot summers the sunsets were always indescribably beautiful. But even if it was just a plain old bright blue sky \u2013 that was enough to make me thank God for His paintbrush.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7440-1-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-168\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7440-1-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7440-1-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7440-1-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7440-1-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7440-1-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>It was also in the way I could walk for hours on end and never be bored \u2013 there was always something to see. Be it a man and a labrador sharing a two-man kayak or a group of sting rays at the harbor, Struisbaai had a way of being alive. Whether the beach was packed to its brim or completely barren \u2013 there was always something waiting to be seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_6603-4-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-163\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_6603-4-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_6603-4-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_6603-4-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_6603-4-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_6603-4-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>It was all the places in proximity that left you wanting to discover more. L\u2019Agulhas with it&#8217;s mountain hikes, the lighthouse, rock pools and the Southern Tip. Arniston having the most breathtaking sea caves. De Mond with water so clear that leads into the ocean along the longest beach in the Southern Hemisphere. All the surrounding farms waiting for their wine to be experienced and their food to be enjoyed. There was never a doubt in my mind that there was something waiting to be seen next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"757\" src=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_9445-1-1024x757.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-169\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_9445-1-1024x757.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_9445-1-300x222.jpg 300w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_9445-1-768x567.jpg 768w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_9445-1-1536x1135.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_9445-1-2048x1513.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>It was how you could really be with people there. You could sit for hours in sea shack talking about anything and everything with your big sisters, parents or best friends. You could go to small bars and meet strange and wonderful new people, and maybe learn how to sokkie in between it all. Or you could just sit on the beach quietly without even saying anything \u2013 and that time spent together was more precious than anything.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7361-1-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-170\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7361-1-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7361-1-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7361-1-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7361-1-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7361-1-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I guess it all comes down to how I feel when I\u2019m there. It\u2019s clich\u00e9 to say it feels like home, but it feels more like home than the area I\u2019ve lived in for 18 years in my life ever has. I\u2019ll always want to travel the world \u2013 this boat of mine wants to go many places. But that\u2019s what home is \u2013 having a feeling so wholesome that no matter how many times your boat sets sail, you will always come back for that feeling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>By Mila Ottavini<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7668-4-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-171\" srcset=\"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7668-4-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7668-4-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7668-4-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7668-4-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/IMG_7668-4-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The only place my boat will ever want to sink its anchor \u2013 Struisbaai, Western Cape, South Africa.&nbsp; I always thought that my love for Struisbaai stemmed from the people I had around me while I was there. Though the people were always lovely, they&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":171,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[29],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=78"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":175,"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78\/revisions\/175"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/171"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=78"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=78"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ymmm.co.za\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=78"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}