I donâ€™t know if anyone is checking this blog anymore, but I thought I would post what I intended to a week ago just in case someone is.
I am slowly getting into the swing of things here, but it is an adjustment. Life is different here. It doesnâ€™t seem to get dark until after 9pm. I sit at a desk most of the week in front of a computer. I am back in the pool swimming again. The sky is filled with light pollution and the AC chills most rooms. The list goes onâ€¦There are pluses and minuses to each location.
On the plane back from BÃ©nin I was already missing parts of village life, and in response to the question of why I love life I in a small village in West Africa, I wrote the following:
Life can be stressful, everything going wrong, but I can always step outside at night to be awed by a night with no light pollution. I can sit in Martineâ€™s kitchen, I can grab a few kids to play with, and I can tease FelicitÃ© about showering. I laugh and I play. There is releaseâ€”release that is enabled by the purity of the land and the simplicity of the people. I think Africa is in my blood.