What has only been a week since our overnight stay at one of our country’s most renowned farms, now feels like a distant memory; a memory that I’ve clung to since we arrived back to our flat some 60+km away from Babylonstoren’s charming yet vast expanse. My husband and I were gifted an overnight stay to commemorate what some have termed a “babymoon” (our last little holiday as just the two of us before our little one arrives). It should be noted, my being 37 weeks pregnant during our stay did not (and, quite frankly, could not) stop me from enjoying most of the farm’s delights. We swam, ate too many of the seasonal fresh fruits, walked for several kilometres to escape to a green house unlike any we’ve experienced before, laughing under slight deliriousness from the harsh summer sun; all the while truly indulging in the serenity and natural wonders that only farm life can offer.
… TWENTY FOUR HOURS AT BABYLONSTOREN