Amanda has given a great summary of everything we did today, so I'm not going to give you another recap of that. All I do know is that in this trip, my brain has constantly been filled with question after question, and endless information. Although this has led to a lack of sleep the past few nights because I can't turn my brain off for a few hours, I am trying to ingest every moment and every small detail of Cape Town. After today and visiting the District Six museum, I feel a closeness with this country because I am beginning to understand the Apartheid more in depth and what the people of SA had to deal with and still have to deal with today. Hearing first hand from people who lived here during that time really begins to make it feel real and not just something we heard on the history channel or read in a textbook. I have continuously thought in my head, and although it is a simple question, it cannot be answered: How can people be so cruel? Our tour guide at the museum said that entirely there are no divisions between people of different skin colors because we are people of one race, and that is being a human being. Many of the things he and many people in our small group discussion brought up were small concepts, yet I couldn't full grasp it until someone just upfront said it. I don't know if that makes sense but it was one of those moments like "wow, I wish I would have thought of that because that entirely makes sense". I had a lot of those moments today, and have plenty of quotes from our tour guides lingering throughout my head.
I know I have said this before, but people (meaning me basically and me assuming you think the same) don't know how extremely beautiful this city is. Everyday I see a new kind of tree that resembles something from a fairytale animated film, or a huge plant that I never thought gorgeous colorful flowers would grow from. And then I see a parade of enthusiastic people dressed in all sorts of colors, and receive a simple smile from a woman on the street who has a baby strapped to her back. This country is full of beauty.
I absolutely love little art and craft fairs, so I was especially excited to see some homemade African art at the Green Market Square. Although I've realized how pushy some sellers can be when debating whether to purchase something, I'm pretty dang good and arguing my way into getting an item at a lower price. I literally wanted to by everything there, but I would need to buy a whole other suitcase in order to do that and I'd enjoy eating these next two weeks. One of the guys selling items today was very friendly and right away asked if I live in Germany. I have never once been assumed that I came from somewhere because of my appearance before, and it was interesting to me. Yes, I do have blonde hair and blue eyes, and I am part German, but I kind of enjoyed that in this country it isn't a negative thing to be asked about where we come from. And I know this may seem like a pity thing, but I am white and race or assumptions about where I come from or how I appear has never has come up in my short 18 years of life.
Quickly changing the subject and wrapping up, the word hope has become prevalent in my definition of the new post-apartheid South Africa. This country is full of it, and hope is something we all need to have for our futures and to better our world.
Tomorrow is a new day, and we will be experiences our first township firsthand in SA. I am both nervous and excited for this since this too, is a major part of this city. 
