She must have been on the Rovos Rail to escape the rat race.

To get into Africa.

To find herself.

It’s never too late. Believe me, I know.

Assistants following you like hawks. The board member’s nephew shoving a cell phone in your face. Airports that resemble the zombie apocalypse. And yes, traffic is getting worse even though the roads are getting wider.

We both adored the Edwardian stylings of the pillared dining car and the open air balcony. She strained to catch the mist from the falls along the border of Zambia and Zimbabwe.

In the lounge I found her reading Panic in a Suitcase.

She was anything but in a panic; she’d shed that burden when she landed in Durban.

Now, she was in Africa.

And it’s never too late.

The Into Africa Lace Sleeve Blazer (No. 4941). 100% linen. Unconstructed. Three-quarter length crocheted lace sleeve. Patch pocket at hips with lace overlay. Notched collar with lapel. Front and back princess seams. Vents at side seams. Real shell buttons at front. Body is lined in stretch poly. Imported.