I spent the day remembering my first trip to Africa, the way I feel in love with travel. The many languages in the airport, secretly satisfied when I hit the point in my journey when English was no longer the first in the long line of translated announcements.
I remembered the way the African climate enveloped me. The sounds of the night making magic in the air. I spent the day reliving the newness of it all and hoping my girl is having her own journey of wonder.
The day I've been waiting for, finally here. She's coming. Tonight. To Africa.
