so, probably needless to say, olvie and i had a safe (and quite long) trip home.
after a couple of days of debriefing at world harvest mission headquarters outside philly, we finally got to go home to our families.
i had a couple short weeks before starting back to school. and, well, here i am, back at furman for my final year.
i am enjoying my classes, loving my three apartment-mates, and dancing as often as possible.
there are things i miss, though, from this summer in bundibugyo:
the warm smiles and greetings everywhere i walked
the enthusiastic drumming at church
our dear friends, their kindness, and their generosity
the bananas, especially the busukali
thanking each other for everything possible
girl nights with olvie, anna & jess
sweet babysitting time with the johnson kiddos
late-night conversations with amy & travis after putting kids to bed
rolex (chapati with egg, onion, and tomato)
market trips (as stressful & stinky as they were at times)
the ubiquitous r/l mix-up
breath-taking sunsets
overwhelming numbers of stars every clear night
fresh, juicy mango
not having to worry about getting lost and directions, as there was only one main road
the night-blooming jasmine outside our house
and last, but most definitely not least, the slower pace of Bundibugyo (as frustrating as it was at times)
i DO NOT miss the obukakuni and their sneaky bites, those morning doves that cooed at all hours of the morning, or the blood-drawing impali ants. and i'm not going to lie, i appreciate having a toilet, and one inside at that... but those things were well worth the privilege of spending a summer in the semliki valley, surrounded by banana and cacao trees, the majestic rwenzori mountains, pregnant goats, bodas, and warm, beautiful people.
