Babati Bound

Today we are on our way to Babati; so much preparation; so little preparedness.

I have been absent from Stella’s Guide to Living far too long. Blogging has turned into something that I really enjoy. I feel obligated to write something on a regular basis. I am afraid if much more time passes without a post, my five followers will go find someone else to guide their living. 

These past few weeks, I have been consumed with work, laundry, planning, list making, figuring out how to change my message on my work phone, and arranging for people to mow, water and get the mail.

As I try to imagine what it will be like to be away from home for 5 weeks, I start to panic. I am excited to go and be gone, but I am also a little worried. I have no idea what is in my what-turned-out-to-be 48 pound bag. Actually, that is not true; I packed the bag, so I do have an idea of what is in it. I just don’t know if what is in it is what I will need. Too bad I couldn’t have crammed 2 more pounds of stuff in there. The big container of wipes and the bag of wheat thins were left behind for fear our home scale was off. It turns out that our scale weighed the same as the airport scale. Oh, well, I probably don’t need any wheat thins. I probably could have used the wipes for my hands, though. Hopefully, I won’t be sorry. If I am airlifted out of the country with some horrific intestinal difficulty, I will probably be sorry.

Chris and I had breakfast at Axel’s Bonfire in the Minneapolis Airport. Great choice.  I had a breakfast quesadilla served by the lovely DeeDee. She was a nice smiling face. Our morning started at 3:30, so our faces weren’t as smiley as hers. Our moods, though, are picking up. 

There is a lot of talk about the turkey sandwiches on the Delta flights. Maybe they should pass through the metal detector before being loaded on the plane.

I am very hopeful that there will be an internet café in Babati. You will be the first to know. It is three hours until we board the plane for Amsterdam.

Bon Voyage. 

“Writing and travel broaden your ass if not your mind, and I like to write standing up.” – Ernest Hemmingway