|Playing soccer on an isolated hillside with girls who had never seen a white person–mzungu–before (click to enlarge)|
It has been exactly 10 years since I took my first trip to Kenya with the Study Abroad program at UGA, which means it’s been exactly 10 years and one day since my lightweight boat missed a medal at our top regatta in Philly by four tenths of a second. Those were the days…insanely competitive race followed less than 24 hours by a trip half-way around the world to a foreign land. Africa still calls to me to return, as does rowing. Mark my words, I will see both again, some day. Now that we have kids, that day seems further and farther away, but it’s there in the back of my mind always, beckoning to me. It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine.