I should by rights be over the atlantic ocean right now almost to Frankfurt. Instead, I am at my computer with Tesla and Anna while my brothers and Caleb watch 'Zodiac,' updating my blog. At home. Not on my way to Africa. And why? Because Lufthansa lost air rights to fly over Ghana for about a week and they decided it would be cool to send me to Nigeria instead. Not so much. After being a good little boomerang going back and forth between check-in and ticketing and being nice and polite, its all worked out. I head back to SFO in the morning to try the whole leaving for Africa thing again, only this time Ana has a layover there, and I am going to try to meet her for a slight hug/reunion thing perhaps...
I have packed, unpacked, repacked, and not really slept. Also, my malaria meds made me puke this morning. I think I am as ready as I can be for this thing. The next year of my life is in two suitcases and a backpack. Wish me luck.
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