I’M COMING BACK!
Only temporarily yes, but I will set foot on your precious soil in less than a month! I come to eat your food, drink your beer, and see how many women swoon when I say “Name’s Dale. I work at a health clinic in Africa. Helping kids and stuff. Look! Here are some pictures of me with them that I had printed immediately upon landing.” Prepare yourself!
I fly into DC, our beloved capital on the 13th. I already feel giddy as a school girl. Spend the weekend there and then head down to North Carolina afterwards. Likely with a raging hangover. In fact, there is a good chance I spend three weeks in either a food coma or drunken haze. Hopefully both. I just… I just can’t wait. Tears of happiness are forming.
Until then, I’m doing some silly formation that Caitlin dragged me into. Training people to be peer educators and spread knowledge about HIV/AIDS. Work, pfft. I’ll probably tell you about how it goes and stuff when it’s over. First impression: very tiring. And it’s hot. Go away dry season…
Wait, I should buy a coat; it’s winter there, right?