Ten days left

So there's one week til our anniversary and we mount the bus in Blantyre and ride through Mozambique to Zimbabwe and add two days and we'll be on the plane towards cold and warm-in-our-hearts Canada. I am excited to come home. But I don't want to miss the last days here so I am trying to live it up.
I must admit, I haven't written much because most of the time all the thoughts and observations and events just swim around my head and I don't know what to say. Michael seems much better at articulating.
This morning I went for a run and got about a million cat-calls. It makes you uncomfortable. Africa makes me uncomfortable. Maybe I just hate feeling like the rich girl. Especially because all the issues here aren't things that giving my money away will help.
Anyway, It has taken me far too long even to figure out what to say here. So I will continue in contemplation and wondering for a while longer.
I hope that all is well in Peterborough (and Cambodia and where-ever else you may read this from)
Enjoy the pre-christmas frenzy! (we're really glad we're missing it)
andrea