After approximately 25 hours of flying, I'm sitting in a small internet cafe in Antananarivo, Madagascar, battling it out with a French key board (the computer is winning at this point). My wonderful sister came and found me at the airport last night but couldn't seem to locate my bags. I believe they've eloped to Paris - I'm expecting the wedding pictures to show up soon.
What a crazy place! It's odd to even be in a city, with sidewalks and cars and buildings everywhere, never mind a foreign country. Sarah has been giving me a crash course in Malagasy language (fifibe = chubby cheeks, for example) and culture (the guys really like white women). All that high school French is slowly filtering its way up from the muck of my memory, even though my first instict is to start throwing Italian hand gestures.
The cobble streets remind me of Italy, the smells of warm garbage and dust remind me of India, and I can't wait to go explore this new country. Once my bags are done with their honeymoon, of course.
Love,
Em
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