I have jiggers in my toes...small burrowing insects that lay eggs and have to be squeezed out in a painful at-home surgery. Sounds fun, no? It's strange the things you get used to, the idea doesn't really bother me any more.
Also, fighting a low-level malarial situation...lose energy and get a little strange in the head in the evenings...but by morning I'm back to normal.
Will be leaving Liberia in 10 days. I try not to think about it, or talk about it when it enters my mind. When I do think about it, I tell myself that I will be returning in February, so that I don't get too much in to anticipatory grief. I am going to miss so many things about this experience: the Fellows, the Staff, the ocean, the gorgeous evening walks, getting to teach yoga 6 days a week, teaching enthusiastic students who love to learn, watching Nik be so free and engaged with life and the natural world and his friends, the moon over the water, the coconut palms, the ferns growing on the trunks of trees, living with 8 boisterous and entertaining people, our family dinners around the table, each person stating what they are grateful for that day, the laughter ringing through the house, the teasing and joking that goes on between Nik and the Fellows every day, getting my meals prepared for me every day... the list goes on and on.
Well, the dinner table is set and we are gathering, so will try to post a time or two more before we leave on December 14th.
love,
Rachel
