Packing for Africa is surreal. As I roll up my clothes and pack them into tight little cubes, I find myself wondering, “Is this the shirt I’ll be wearing when I see my first lion? How small will the plane be to Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe?”
I also find myself fretting over certain things, like having my workout routine disrupted for three weeks and leaving the kitties. We may be sitting more than I’m used to, but I’m pretty confident the sights will be amazing. And the cats will be in good hands, but I wish I could explain to them that we’ll be back and that we love them.
My Corner of the Village 