About a year ago (my last large international flight), I was sitting on a plane flying to Vienna studying European History flash cards. I'll soon be on a plane on my way to Kenya studying wildlife flash cards. Too bad there isn't an AP African wildlife test.
In 48 hours, I'll be sleeping on the ground at camp number one on my way up Kilimanjaro. I'm not really quite sure I'm ready to climb this mountain. I'm totally winging this.
If I don't make it, I'd like my obituary to have this picture:
"Hannah hated nearly all analogies, metaphors and even similes, but she would love the irony of her obituary being a metaphor. Hannah was the caffeine for the lives of all who knew her. She was often as energetic as anyone we knew, but she inevitably crashed. Somehow, she always managed to pull herself and those around her up to her typical ridiculously high level of emotions. And of corse, like caffeine headaches, being without her for too long got more and more painful. She will be missed by all, particularly the baristas at her favorite Starbucks who know her name and her order by heart. Some may wonder why Hannah died climbing mount Kilimanjaro, as she was never known as one to do things unprepared. The truth is, she just really hated exercise. In lieu of flowers, sacrifices of virgins and medium to large animals would be appreciated."
ps. Check out http://harleyandjane.blogspot.com/2011/07/story.html
pps. Check in every once in a while, I'm officially back the last week of August, but I'll try to get wi-fi and post updates.