In Bocca al Leone

So I'm packed (Me, being me, I've been packed for the last few days...) and raring to go. It was so lovely to catch up with good friends last night and I'm a little sad that just when everyone I love returns to London I must go, but that's just life I guess! Thanks for being the best friends a girl could have.

I have my address in South Africa. I'm living with a retired bank clerk called Eleanor (good sign that we have the same name) in Heathfield. This I am told is a typical Cape Malay coloured area, vibrant and dynamic. The office will probably be in the university district and then clinics and field work can be anywhere in the city!

So, in bocca al leone...Well, one of my I-talian friends will probably need to correct me here but In Bocca al Lupo is I think how you say Good Luck in Italian. I've always liked this phrase so much more than boring old Bon Voyage. I'm been doing some extensive research on the entomology of this phrase (a few minutes on Google) and apparently it has something to do with the Founding of Rome myth of Romulus and Remus being carried in the mouth of a wolf and the wolf then throwing them out of her mouth to found Rome. So, I feel so excited I've hardly slept for the last few night and nervous too so that I've decided I need to wish myself Good Luck. Lions or perhaps Leopardo seemed more appropriate for Africa!