:: Monday, December 09, 2002 ::

"How'd I get so faithful to my freedom?" (No Doubt)

The Traveling Bug has bitten me again. This time, the overwhelming candidate is Botswana. Two months. Tents as home, safari sunrises, food cooked over wood fires... African children, mountains, rondavels, wildlife, food, smiles... Something inside of me is jumping up and down, rebelling against its cage, crazy with joy at even the prospect of my Africa, seeing it again, breathing in the essence of something I've missed for too long. Welcome to my love affair with a continent.
Don't expect me to live a normal life, a comfortable existence in suburban America. There is too much world for me to stay here. There are too many mountains to hike, too many of my perspectives to change, too many exotic foods to try, too many people to love. Life is shorter and richer than any of us know.
Oh, who could not get excited over the prospect of Mopane worms for supper?

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:: Bethany Bassett - 8:07 PM :: + ::