Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Roughly three weeks ago we celebrated Christmas in short sleeves. Now we’re back on the East Coast admiring the golden orange leaves still on our backyard tree and sloshing around in the sleet and snow. “I miss Grandma and Pa, but I am SO HAPPY to be home!” Isaac tells me constantly. “This is such…
My week in newspapers. Not that I can read most of them. Newsflash: I’m so happy to be back with my kids! Thank you for blessing and keeping them, Mama and Daddy!
Everything I read said not to leave the Amsterdam airport—trains delay, customs lines are long, security can back up. The plane arrived at 6am from Entebbe, Uganda, and I hadn’t slept at all…because I watched Jurrasic World, Out of Africa, and Mr. Holmes. Anyway, I was wandering around and accidentally found myself in immigration with…
Fatimah gave me a tour of Kampala today. We saw the city’s hospital, bank, a supermarket, some craft stalls. She also took me by the Nsambya slums. Kids crowded around, grabbing my hands and hollering to each other about the muzungu—white person. I felt like their pet as five or six latched on to me…
Dan and his mom are safely delivered into his dad’s arms here in Uganda! They have five or six more hours to travel today to reach their rural village, but they are together again. I was dreaming just now that Dan was smiling and holding my hand, laughing and refusing to let go. I woke…
I had heard the Qatar airport has free sleeping areas and showers, so I got in line at a Qatar Airways information desk to find out. I get to the front of the line and hand the woman our tickets and she says, “Oh yes, we can provide a shuttle to a complimentary airport stay…
The flight wasn’t 17 hours after all, but the line at customs sure feels that long. So far, so good. Or would that be Qatar, so good…. Sorry. I haven’t slept.
