Almost time for me to go home…as in Madagascar home. One more flight to go. I am writing while I wait on Bole airport in Addis Ababa. Time is really going slowly now.
My week in Paris was just an amazing experience. I think my mouth did hang open for a moment like the rest of the people around me when I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time. From up close, it just looks like a pile of rusted iron, but that is just between us. Alice’s first question was whether I went to the top. Sorry people, my sensitivity to heights made me break out in a sweat just looking all the way to the top. Versailles was another highlight; so much history…so much gold. In this case, all that glitttered, was really gold.
Another special surprise was when I received a message from Hanno Cornelius who had visited us on the island and patiently worked to ensure that our computers at school worked better and lasted a little longer. He was in Paris for work and we met up and had such a nice time of catching up. This was done amidst French onion soup and Boeuf Bourgignon and yes, that soup was as good as I had hoped it to be. It was added to my repertoire of unforgettable Paris memories.
Work at school is progressing, but too slowly. We won’t be ready for when school opens, but will have to make do. Another set-back is that the Land Rover’s clutch broke and the parts have to come from Antananarivo and the replacement of the parts will also take time.
Have a blessed week. Thank you to all of you who made my time in Europe so unforgettable. I still have some experiences to share, but will write those from Madagascar.