It was in the afternoon on 11 September 2001 when I got a phone call to inform us to switch on the television and to be informed about the terrorist attacks in New York.
It changed the lives of so many. Including mine.
When I was 19 years, I had this wish to emigrate. A couple of years later I became friends with Caroline. A beautiful English rose. Porcelain skin, big blue eyes, dark hair and natural red lips. She was a palm reader. She read my husbands palm and she saw one line in his palm. This was the emigration line. He would emigrate, one time. Then, she took my palm and there she saw two emigration lines, I was going to emigrate more than once. I was puzzled.
During our life together we spoke every now and then about emigration but we never really felt at home in any of the countries we went on holidays to.
Things changed around the terrorist attacks and we decided to sell our home in The Netherlands and now look for a new destination. It was on a holiday to South Africa when we both finally felt at home.
In January 2003 I started my new life journey. In South Africa, the country of the Khoi and San. With its hills and valleys, majestic mountains, shimmering glades, wildness with elephants, lion, Cape Cobra, the most beautiful sunsets and rises, the abundance of flora and fauna, its two oceans, changing seasons, outdoor life and a new way to me of cooking and drinking.
It was in Tulbagh in a little village in the Western Cape, in between the Obequa and Witzenberg mountains, where I fell in love. With Lee.
We spoke about our dreams and wishes and it was in her restaurant with cigar lounge where we gave birth to Cucina Carolina, world-wide memories of recipes.
Here you will be able to follow my memories on food, my photography and my journey of life.
As memories are a way of holding onto the things we love, the things we are, the things we never want to lose