I feel as if I have lived a lifetime these past 25 hours. My flights were all seamless—Sarasota to Atlanta, Atlanta to Amsterdam, then finally on to Dar es Salaam. I met so many interesting people along the way—a Baptist youth group from Atlanta heading to Nairobi to help build orphanages, a group of seniors from Harvard University going to Arusha to run a conference for teenage girls. It seemed everyone had been to Africa before, and for some, this was their third or fourth trip. When asked where I was headed one woman’s eyes lit up when I said “Tanzania.” “Oh!” she exclaimed, “you are SO lucky to have Tanzania as your introduction to Africa…it’s magical.”
“Magic” to me was FINALLY being able to take a break from flying, collect my bags (which all made it, amen) and find my smiling Tanzanian friend Allen and his sister Janet waiting for me outside of customs. We whizzed over some very bumpy roads to my home for the night, the Blue Pearl Hotel.
At around midnight I dragged my weary bones to my room, brushed my teeth and fell into a deep and much-needed sleep
“Magic” to me was FINALLY being able to take a break from flying, collect my bags (which all made it, amen) and find my smiling Tanzanian friend Allen and his sister Janet waiting for me outside of customs. We whizzed over some very bumpy roads to my home for the night, the Blue Pearl Hotel.
At around midnight I dragged my weary bones to my room, brushed my teeth and fell into a deep and much-needed sleep
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