last thursday 29 9th graders, 5 adults and i all made our way to our nation’s capitol via the overnight train. a little “urban adventure” of sorts. all 35 of us crammed into a youth hostel, toured the holocaust museum (after hearing a survivor describe his experiences the night before), rode a bus to the national cathedral (that was an experience… you try cramming 35 peeps onto a city bus during rush hour on a friday!), and then ate at the very chic “marrakesh” moroccan restaurant… complete with belly dancing… which the kids joined in on. of course. 
the following day, we split up into 4 groups and sent the kids on a scavenger hunt… where they had to find various points of interest using only a map and public transportation. the boys started off “surfing” in the metro, thinking it was fun to be thrown around… but later were too cool for such childish games. i gotta say, i was impressed. the kids mastered the maps and metro, they walked for miles, the saw tons… they even protested in front of the white house. (that’s one of my kids behind the bush mask). all in all, it was an extremely exhausting but very awesome 48hr trip!
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proverbs 31:25 says, "strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come." well… at least i've got the laughing part down.
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where it’s at: american healthcare
i know there’s a lot of hullabaloo about health care in the US, but i have to say i had the most pleasant, efficient, even surreal experience at the doc’s office yesterday.
i hadn’t been to the dr. in over a year (except for that little ekg back in benin), so it was time for a full physical, etc. i was reminded of the need for a dr’s visit when my chest started hurting on monday–oh, not that again…
so i called up a medical office and got an appointment the very next morning. amazing!
once there, i was struck by the cleanliness of the building. and the privacy! no need to strip down in front of random non-medical peeps here! (as opposed to benin). my new doc handled all possible medical needs quickly and thoroughly. she even gave me an ekg right there in my room, which was a lot less scary than the last one.
then she (the doc) sent me over to do some labs and x-rays… and by “over” i don’t mean across town… but across the hall! wow!
while i was waiting for my labs (like, all of 5 minutes) i noticed a woman come into the waiting room to check on the plants. live plants. she was checking the health of the leaves, watering them, dusting them… i mean, what is this place? with professional plant care-takers!?!
some peeps (or plants) don’t know how good they have it.
almost perfect camping
just about every year, graham and i go camping. this takes quite a bit of coordination, since neither of us have lived in the same state for 5 years now, but we all make time for what we think is important. we’ve camped the beaches of maryland, the mountains of virginia and north georgia, and now we can add north carolina to the mix.
after getting some advice, maps and books from my new favorite outdoors store (it’s local) we decided the 2.5 hour drive to horsepasture river (which runs through gorges state park and nantahala national forest) was a bit far, but do-able. we had plenty to catch up on anyway.
typically, our camping trips, though awesome, have been marked by some kind of drama. usually in the form of rain… once with the added fun of a sand storm. but this time everything was just so beautiful and easy! our gear was ready, the weather was perfect, our pace was good, the sites were well worth the trek. there are 5 falls along horsepasture river, of which we saw two. turtleback falls is about 1.4 miles in from the trail head. it’s easy to see why it’s called turtleback, with a short round slide that provides a 15-foot drop (depending on where you start) for those brave enough to go over the edge. this would be an easy spot for a day trip-and-dip. rainbow falls is just 0.2 miles further, with a 125-foot drop. there’s a swimming hole at the base, which also looked like fun… but we hiked on, leaving everyone else behind. really, i don’t think we ran into anyone past rainbow falls (till the next morning). about 2 miles in, we decided to swim. it was a lot like goshen, va (my favorite swimming spot in the world) and the water was surprisingly warm for a mountain hike. we hiked on some more, thinking we might make it to the 3rd cascade, when we stumbled upon the best camp site ever. the ground was flat and clear, logs were placed as benches around a campfire spot, fire wood had been gathered and left behind… it was almost eerie. a stream about 10-yards away was great for washing up and collecting water. so we stopped, unloaded and set up camp in no time. when has it ever been this easy?!? we feasted on couscous, tuna and chicken noodle soup for dinner. we made a fire. we talked, told ghost stories, got a little scared, told jokes, laughed, and went to bed tired. pretty much perfect.
graham was slow getting up the next morning, so i chilled out on a log for a long time, which is the kind of thing i like to do. once he got up, we went for a swim and stretched out like lizards on rocks. graham wasn’t feeling well at all, and it didn’t look like he’d be feeling better any time soon, so we packed up to hike out. on our way out, we saw lots of people enjoying the various water holes and slides. this looks to be a popular spot in the summer. about 2/3 of the way out, we threw down our packs and sat on the side of the trail. graham waited for hikers to walk past before vomiting directly onto the trail. so much for perfect camping. miraculously, the vomit soaked right into the ground, totally unnoticeable in less than 2 minutes. in typical boot-and-rally fashion, we loaded up again and didn’t stop walking till we got to the car. i drove home, graham rested… and continued to rest till he could drive home the following day. being sick sucks, but being sick while you travel sucks a little more.
still, it was an awesome weekend, and a great way to christen the mountains of north carolina, of which i hope to see a lot more.
hello south
after a month of US travels and adventures (college reunion, texas family, preakness race, awesome baseball, lots of coffee, tea and conversation)… i’ve picked up my roots and moved back down south. and by south i mean–i have a huge magnolia tree in my front yard and even the gas stations are closed on sundays.
i still have no car, and i’m in no rush to get one, as i can walk or bike to most places. that’s awesome.
i have no tv or internet at home, and i think that will remain the case as well. it’s nice to disconnect at times.
my house is huge, and it took me an hour to sweep and mop just the upstairs last night. tonight i’ll tackle the downstairs.
don’t let my evening cleaning escapades deceive you… i do have a bit of a social life gaining momentum daily. it’s a small world.
work is too cool. i wear flip flops every day!!
i’m may go back to school this fall (nothing major) at a seminary down the road, still in walking distance.
the ymca (in biking distance) is huge and cheap and even has dry cleaning services.
there are 2 libraries in walking distance, as well as a grocery store, bank and pizza place.
people couldn’t be friendlier.
lets hope something crazy happens soon so my blog will be interesting again!
mission (pretty much) accomplished
i just had a taste of benin right here in the good ole us of a.
last night i took the train down to dc to catch up with some peeps in our nation’s capitol. it was a great cast of characters… melissa (friend from benin) and her boyfriend pedro, lily (old roommate), laurel (one of the previously inseparable b’more foursome… till we all left b’more), skye (college buddy), rhett (friend from benin), brian (old work buddy) and various innocent bystanders.
we met up at ghana cafe, which serves up some okay fufu (starchy mush) and a mean peanut sauce, among other things. they also have a good west africa music selection… all on the computer so you can pick your own songs… and i hear it’s quite the place to be for live african music on weekends.
while people, food, and conversation were definitely the point of the trip and worth every moment… the kicker came later in the evening.
first off, rhett and i dusted off our salsa shoes (flip-flops in my case) and made our debut on the latino scene. i will say that the salsa here is quite different from africa, and i, for one, was a bit intimidated. but we danced, and i think we held our own. i actually danced with a couple latino men as well, and one of them (a kind old man) told me i danced well, and that he hoped to dance with me again… THEN he turned to rhett and gave him the thumbs up. ooooh, just like old times. why do peeps always assume two whities in a salsa club must be together?
next, we flagged a cab. and as soon as we started moving, the cab driver began to speak on the phone in what sounded like a familiar african language. i smiled at rhett as he asked, “is that yoruba or igbo?” “yoruba!” said the cabby. an excited conversation ensued about benin and nigeria. the cabby then asked, “are you two married?” he didn’t seem to understand when rhett laughed and said, “no… but we would be if i loved Jesus.” he gave us his congratulations, though neither of us is sure why.
so, yeah. good friends, starchy mush, salsa and yoruba all in one night. benin’s not so far away.
i look just like buddy holly
a storm blew through lubbock right as mom and i were about to fly back to charm city… so we’re stranded till tomorrow. lucky for us, the illustrious buddy holly memorial statue is situated right next to our hotel. score. in case you were wondering what’s so special about lubbock, now you know… buddy holly.
first impressions
i’ve been back in the US about a week now. i don’t really feel like i’ve moved back, since i’ve done nothing but visit old stomping grounds. i won’t actually move anywhere for a few more weeks, which allows me to suspend reality just a bit longer. right now the weirdest things i notice are the fact that my clothes are in the dryer instead of hanging on a line… that i can heat up my tea water in the microwave… that i can plug my computer into any electrical socket without worrying about sizzles and pops. and i really like to drive.
the two biggest changes concerning my closest friends are these: erin and brian have a son named keegan, and christina and andy are engaged to be married. both very exciting things.
this is my first real face-to-face time with keegan, my first sort-of nephew. we’d skyped a few times while i was in africa, but nothing makes up for the smell and feel of holding a baby. we’re going to be best friends. though i’ll admit, since i missed most of erin’s pregnancy, it seems more like keegan just showed up… not like he was birthed by one of my best friends. the stork brought him.
then there’s christina and andy… who have been dating since i introduced them about 4 years ago. i cried when she told the story of how andy asked her to be his wife. she cries every time she tells it. the three of us spent the weekend in lex for our college reunion. 
before heading to lex, christina took me to her stylist in b’more… seeing as i hadn’t cut my hair in over a year. wearing dresses and letting my hair down… that’s culture shock.
i woke up with a tic
not the facial-twitch kind… but the blood sucking kind. maybe i should have brought my mosquito net to the US after all!
this little guy did not want to let go… even after my dad tried to fry him off my face. stubborn little bugger.
flying dogs
flying back to the US from cotonou, i had a little extra baggage… her name was josie. her papers said she was a lab, but i’d never seen a lab look like josie before. she was born and raised in cotonou and belonged to a missionary family there. because dogs can’t travel (with certain airlines) between may 15 and september 15, the price family (who departs benin after may 15) asked me to bring josie along. this is the story of our adventure together.
josie weighs about 23 kilos. she’s really very sweet, though i’ve only been around her while drugged on sleeping pills (not me, the dog). when traveling internationally with a dog, there are all sorts of hoops to jump through. lucky for me, the prices did most of the hoop jumping. josies shots, papers, and even the little computer chip embedded in her shoulder… everything was meticulously cared for. all i had to do was get her from point A to point B. easy enough, right? eh… no.
it started with check in. the peeps in cotonou insisted that my luggage could only be checked to paris… not to dc. i said, “are you sure?” knowing they were wrong, but they thought they were right, so i let it slide. i was going to have to go through customs in paris anyway to take the dog out for a walk, what’s a little luggage to keep me company?
i arrived in paris. i waited half an hour for josie to appear. in the mean time, i talked to the luggage peeps… three men eager to help. they said to leave my luggage with them while i walked the dog. “you sure?” “mais, oui! of course.” ok.
josie and i got through customs and i took her out for a walk. she was very happy, though not as jumpy as i expected, feeling a bit groggy i suppose. we met a homeless man. there was no grass. she sniffed around for half a hour and was content to go back in her kennel. she even took two more sleeping pills without arguing. easy peasey.
we went back into the aiport, at which point i realized i was screwed. there was no way of getting back to those oh-so-helpful luggage men. i went to the airfrance counter to explain the situation and ask for help. they immediately said it was crazy that my luggage hadn’t been checked all the way to dc. duh. no changing that detail though… so onto the next solution. airfrance lady told me to go to the next terminal, with josie, to check in again. and my luggage? she promised it would make it. ok.
i made it to the next terminal, that was easy enough, and found my place in the longest line ever. at this point i accepted the fact that i was likely not making my flight. oh well.
(side note: in my effort to make this experience less painful, i left one of my carry-on bags with my friend rhett, who happened to be flying with me from cotonou to dc. unfortunately for rhett, he was spot checked twice in my absence, both times insisting that the third bag belonged to his “wife” who just stepped out to walk the dog. rhett and i are not married, nor will we ever be (unless he finds jesus), but half of cotonou thinks we are, so he just ran with it.)
back to me. after half an hour of not moving in the longest line ever, i realized i was in the wrong line… so i found the right line and waited another 15 minutes before someone yelled, “passengers for dc?!” yes! that’s me! i scooted to the front of check-in where i explained the entire situation to the lady behind the counter. thank God i speak french now. the lady said that the previous lady was crazy to send me on without my luggage. she also said cotonou peeps were crazy not to check my luggage all the way through. after establishing these truths (once again), she said she could get josie and me on the plane, but made no guarantees about my bags. good enough. i know people think the french are snobs, but this lady was a gem. 15 minutes later, i was racing through customs.
i ran to my gate and arrived just as they were shutting the door. i was the last person to board. i passed rhett while walking to my seat, at which point he said, “thank God!” (though he probably didn’t really say that since he doesn’t believe in God) and he filled me in on getting searched while carrying my luggage with “girlie” things inside.
i collapsed into my seat.
the funny thing is, josie didn’t even pee in paris. she just wasn’t feelin’ it. maybe she was too sleepy.
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