SWOT week crept upon us and all our stress-levels increased. It was that time of year again, mid-term examinations. The time of year where most of us spend three weeks studying two terms worth of work. There’s tears, over-eating, trips to the local convenient store in the early hours of the morning; it is no doubt one of the most stressful times for a student at Rhodes University.
But my third year experiencing this didn’t happen the conventional way. I had the pleasure of spending the days building up to exams in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, with my favourite man in the world. If you follow me on any social networks or keep up with The Vision of Iris, you will soon learn that I am a massive fan of The Beatles. I have a Beatles related tattoo, my headboard sits below two canvas’s of the Beatles, my favourite mug features The Beatles; and the list goes on. So you can say I am Beatles crazy.
My family is a musical family. My grandfathers business was a Jukebox manufacturing business, and he left this trade to my four uncles and father. From a young age, the children of the family grew up being exposed to old school Rock n’ Roll, and we all held this exposure close to our hearts. From a young age, I spent a lot of time in my dads workshop, while he worked on this magnificent machines, he would play his favourite music and I slowly grew an attachment to The Beatles.
During my younger years when all the girls at school were swooning over One Direction, often referring to them as their ‘five boyfriends’, I was hung up on my four boyfriends, Paul, John, Ringo and George.
So it was brought to my dads attention a few months ago that one of the two surviving Beatles, Paul McCartney was starting his tour around the world. As the tour started my dad would spend hours on YouTube watching the videos that fans had uploaded and he would call my sisters and I up to share his excitement on what he just saw. From this, my eldest sister sparked the idea to send my dad for one of the concerts which were everywhere, but South Africa…
Within two weeks, my sisters teamed up and together with my mom, they spent the little time they had to plan an entire trip. I was lucky enough to have been the one to accompany my dad. After about six phone calls a day, an email thread of about 200 messages, trips to Home Affairs (again and again and again), from Grahamstown to Pretoria to Durban in a matter of 16 days- we were finally all set and ready to go to see Paul McCarney LIVE in Prague.
The reality of where we were going and why didn’t hit us. It was unreal. So this was it, dad and I, travelling across the world just to see Paul.
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