Flight #2 to Tanzania:
It’s technically 3:30 in the morning in new york… I haven’t slept at all. My gate was what seemed like miles away from where I was dropped off and this bag is sooo heavy! I ended up sitting outside of my terminal for hours and texted the one person I knew would be awake.. And my mom.
This woman, this blonde, pale skinned, woman in a blue flowy dress with a lot of beads and jewelry ( you can tell we’re from all the countries she’s ever been to) approached me and say on the floor next to me and simply just talked. She had to have been about 60 years old an she had soo many stories about her adventures and life experiences. She always traveled alone and was now on her way to Tanzania from Los Angeles. She was on her way to go on a 10 day Safari in the Serengheti with people she ha never met before.
Now, while talking to this woman I couldn’t tell if she was the coolest person I’ve ever met or the craziest. She kept yelling at the people in front of her blaming them for cutting this imaginary line she made up in her head. She also claimed that I could be her daughter….I never knew her name.
I also met this girl named Morgan who was traveling to Tanzania from Boston. Morgan is 20 years old and spending 3 months there for a study abroad program. She’s never been out of the country either.
I’m already starting to feel less alone than I had thought.
I said goodbye to my new friend Ed.
