Update

As I head to month six on Dec 23....

My eyes are blinking faster than normal, heart doing the double espresso marathon thing becoz I still cannot believe it. I am here. Someone pinch me. I am in Le riviera, Abidjan and calling this a cyber instead of internet cafe. Breakfast is demi, half, french bread with butter. I used to think they are being rather heavy handed with the butter even after I asked them to go light till I saw that buttering bread here is actually stuffing butter with bread, that is how much they use.

My cafe au lait is not top notch coffee, simple nescafe, au lait part taken care of by condensce milk that they go heavy on... more than half a tea cup of it. The cafe is as make shift as ever. two counters, two benches nailed to the floor. One Suleymana serving with a smile.

It is so strange to think of when I looked at my Lonely Planet maps, planned and chose where to go and wondered if my pronouciation was on point to now living the experience. It is just so strange. I visualized it, prayed tons about it and am now inhailing the heavy traffic fumes that make popping asprin second nature.

I once said via status update...I am in Kokrobite with rasta, music and drums...and I was in Kkbitey with much more than what I knew was waiting.I am at palces that called my name, it is so powerful. I love their brokeness, isolation, the hardness around the edges. More than than the wonderful moments, the magic of their newness, the comfort of their familiriarity...I am here.