(It covers a snippet of the past couple of days. )
The days are bustled, packed with one thing after another, while the nights are occupied with reading and writing. This is the first time I've written in this context (usually it's been in my own home on my own schedule) and I'm seeing what a difference deadlines make when it comes to writing. The more I'm here, the more I realize how much of a luxury even a vice like procrastination is.
There's also something priceless about traveling with people I haven't met before. Those unfamiliar dynamics have forced to unearth new portions of myself, ones that are far from the comfort zone I usually turn to when I get on a plane. I suppose we all seek our new locations and experiences for the chance to become refreshed.
We spent this afternoon traveling from Mauritania to Darkar. I feel like I'm in another world altogether because of how desolate everything is. There are vast, open stretches of sand and camels cross the street with more entitlement than vehicles. Men wear robes that graze the ground while women expose their hair parting at most.
I'm not sure how many of you have been abroad but visiting these countries reminds me of how much I have to be grateful for: air conditioning, hot water any time, hair dryers that don't blow out, Mexican food, and WiFi in most places, to name some.
But most of all, when I see these graceful, elegant women, I once again send a silent pinch of gratitude to the universe for giving me the liberty to express myself.
Thanks so much for encouraging my writing endeavors and giving me the chances to know yours.
Even though we haven't met, I feel blessed to be connected with all of you.
(Pictures from our journey today)