We are home. Its 5am and while Danny is sleeping soundly in our extremely comfortable bed, I am wide awake, slightly annoyed that everyone else in the neighborhood is unavailable. We made it home on Friday night and have been in and out of sleep since then.
I am sort of at a loss as of what to write. Whenever I get home from an experience so dense and everyone I love asks, "How was it?" about a hundred pictures, moral conflicts, hilarious stories, strange people, and long and boring stories run past my eyes and all I can answer is, "Good!" Perhaps you have had the same experience.
So, the quick run down is:
I couldn't get a child through customs but if I could have there were about 50 top candidates for
the spot
Danny and I were ultimate tourists for a bit, although unfortunately did not invest in safari hats before our trip
Also found time for some futbol fun amid all the animal watching
Hiked a lot
Of the inspiring people we met, most were staff members of Byana Mary Hill
Taught a lot of classes
Saw heart breaking conditions and wondered how so many people could be so happy.... had a different view on my itty bitty apartment when I got home
Watched Danny learn to navigate business in the developing world (A+ job by the way)
The list goes on and on, if you've got ten hours to spare, come over and I'll show you the rest!
