It is 1:00 a.m. My body has not gotten the "adjust and sleep" memo yet. The morning and afternoon hours (8:30-5:00) were spent at our hotel---our larger group was arranged in "clusters" so we would be able to process the information from several of the speakers that we heard. For me the theme was really "Jamaica Kincaid--esque." Meaning that the interpretation given of Capetown today offered a well-defined point of departure between the observations of "tourists" (a position that we occupy, albeit one of increased awareness) and the realities of "locals." In one of our required texts for Humanities 305 at Heritage, we read Jamaica Kincaid's text, "A Small Place" in which she traps the reader in her memory and perspective of growing up on the island of Antigua. My students at Heritage relate to her "angst" in that they can understand the power of "two complex tales" that claim an experiential truth. Kincaid brings us (tourists) down for a landing with her narration----when you arrive and get off the plane, this...