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Wow.
Back from Africa. It's hard to reconcile these trips. Not really sure where to file this new information.
Where do experiences like watching a leopard haul a reedbuck carcass up a sausage tree fit in? Is it in the same category as the roasted duck dinner - served with a very fine rose wine - that Kevin & I had the other night?
Or what do you do with the memory of two young boys named Frank and Cameroon eating our group's leftover chicken carcasses out of the big oil drum garbage can? Does it belong with my latest health focus of making sure I get my 800 IU's of Vitamin D?
Being charged by elephants while in our safari jeep in the Serengeti doesn't really relate to yesterday's experience of walking to the IGA with my cloth grocery bag.
When people tell you the world is small. Tell them this. They're wrong. We are, all of us, living on completely different planets. The world is huge and diverse. It is a freakin' miracle. Every square inch of it.