By Mary Ann Anderson
From Tribune News Service
On an early spring morning, I open wide the sliding doors of my room at Cape Town’s Ellerman House, a hillside hotel above the Atlantic. From the balcony, I watch as low clouds and ghostly mists whisk across the bluest of skies. I don’t know why the color of the sky is so much richer and deeper in Cape Town, on the very southernmost point of the African continent, but it most definitely is, almost to the point where it’s lapis lazuli rather than blue.
