I just got back again from the airport for what feels like the 100th time this year. For all I know, it was the hundredth time; to be honest; my head has been in a fog for most of it. I was saying an indefinite goodbye to my friend Megan for the second time in ten months; the first was along a dirt road in a place that now seems so far away and only we will know, understand. We met in Malawi.... and for us there is nothing else to add after that.
We came home last year and talked your ears off about our "trip"....or so you would call it. But how could any of you have known that we weren't on a trip...we were at the center of our lives. I sat at the airport today crying for the first time not for Africa, but for me, processing the sweet melancholy of all that has happened to us in the past year. We came home and tried to tell Africa's story, not our own, and this weekend we started to piece ourselves back together, which decidedly may be as far as we ever come to being "fixed".
All in all, it was a great weekend filled with as much Spanish culture as we could get in....Europe's largest flea market, flamenco dances, park visits, sangria, etc. but I think for both of us the visit was so much more than the tangible things. I already can't wait to go visit Megan and her fiance, Ryan, in Scotland later this year!
Oh, Bails...I wish I was there to give you a hug. Both you and Meagan decided not to be "waitin' on the world to change" and made an impact on people's lives NOW. Proud of you!
ReplyDeleteHey Bailey,
ReplyDeleteSounds like you and Megan had a great weekend. I'm sure it was hard to say goodbye to her. But just think...now you have something new to look forward to...a trip to Scotland. And always remember... cheer up...things could be worse...so I cheered up and sure enough, things got worse. I love you!
DAD