I’ve been feeling a little homesick the last couple of days. And then it hit me today that seven months ago this week, I was there. If the measure of love for a place is how longingly you dream to return after you’ve left, then I love Burkina Faso, Africa.
I miss the colors…
I miss the sounds…
I miss their faces…
I miss the simplicity…
I miss the reality…
I miss the Jason Bourne style hotels…
(You know…the kind where you dye your hair and shave your beard to change your appearance.)
I miss the things lost in translation…
I even miss the breakfast…
More of what I miss…
