I figured this blog should have a fun little twist on it, so for most of you that know how krazy thick, fro-ish hair can get, it’s about to be documented for 2 months while in Africa. Honestly, I write very little, and find it to be very frustrating. Maybe…just maybe, the fun of writing experiences from my hair’s perspective is a way to make writing a blog less boring.
So it begins…my first social venture in Africa is peaking its head around the corner, with all its dust and heat and glory. It’s going to be an interesting experience living on edge without fancy conditioner products and a healthy supply of hats. I know some people make fun of my hat collection, and don’t necessarily share the same style preferences but they don’t know what its like to walk around naked all the time and have Chris constantly molesting me on every occasion he can get his hands free. That kid touches “his hair” (or ME) more than any other place on his body. Trust me, I know.
On Tuesday I leave for what should the the most influential, life changing experiences I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to see what kind of trouble Chris gets up to, who knows where that guy lands somedays. Looking forward to listening, learning, laughter and gettin’ the wings in good shape for the hike up Kilimanjaro. I can’t lie flat right now, its just too exciting! K, gotta go work out my James Dean for tonight. Peace on.