December 4th, 2011
This is day 18 of travel for me. There is nothing significant in the number but this morning, as I woke up in -2 degree weather in the Atlas mountains, I realized I haven't been homesick or had any culture shock. Which is very strange.
Actually, after not sleeping for 36 hours during my travels to London, being alone for the first night, and right after talking to the fam, I did feel rather worn down and homesick. But ever since that night, I have thoroughly been enjoying myself.
And, of course, I miss my family and friends. But I have phenomenal people in my group that make all the work involved in this type of adventure fun, and all the fun things even better.
Not to say there haven't been some bad moments. A 24 flu-type thing, getting my finger slammed in a door (all better now), and the frigid cold aren't all that great.
In a weird way, I want to feel homesick or culture shock now because I'm concerned it will hit me out of nowhere. Like somehow I will be walking around in a village and break down in the middle of a market and be the hysterical, crying white girl. In other words, I'd like to know if, or when, the crazy is coming. Crazzzzzzzzzzyyyyy!
Anyhoo, this has been a less than exciting post and I don't know how to nicely wrap it up. So here is a picture of some sheep:
- Sent from Africa using my iPad