I'm not sure if it's just me . . . or if it's cross-cultural living in general, but each day seems to be full of hiccups and speed bumps and continual changes-of-plans.
Today I was supposed to take a flight back to Galmi (an hour an a half-ish trip) after spending a week in the capital doing a workshop on facilitating trauma-healing support groups. But the flight got delayed to later in the week which meant I was on the bus (a seven hour bumpy and exhausting trip).
So, when life hands you lemons, make . . . a photo essay.