A flight, some hugs and a few bites of cottage cheese can do wonders to my soul.
This previous week was one of the worst in my life. I was tired and angry. I was confused, I was frustrated and although I didn’t want the trip to end in such a way, I clearly could not stay. I could hardly get out of bed each morning. And my planned trip to Rwanda to see genocide memorials, was probably not going to be helpful in lifting my spirits.
Besides all that was going on inside my head, there was the real world to deal with as well. I said goodbye to students and friends I’d never see again and wondered if it would have been better not to have come at all. I realized (remembered?) that Africa is… sad. They cried. I cried, stuffed four months into a backpack and got a last bitter taste of African speed and bureaucracy at the airport.
But here I am. In The Holy Land. It’s all so real and familiar, and quite like I left it. I ate cottage cheese. I drank water out of the tap. I slept in a comfortable bed. My own. I went for a run and lay on the beach and saw some friends. I consumed more calories than I have in months.
But my African adventure is not over yet, though. I am still there, somehow. And Africa is still in me. I think it will be for a while. So stay tuned.