Tuesday, June 24, 2008

I love Nuns

On my flight from Accra to Amsterdam, I was seated next to a Ghanaian nun. We sang a song together in a local dialect and then we watched the sun rise over the Holland countryside. I am not even exaggerating.

And I showed her how to buckle and unbuckle her seatbelt, open the bag that contains the blanket, how to open the bathroom door and many more airplane phenomenoms. She pretty much kept me sane. Nuns are wonderful.

1 comment:

Liz said...

I miss you dearly. Can we talk soon? Can you come spend your summer in the mountains with me? Can you not be sick or getting your gall bladder out? PLEASE.

love you much. excited for stories.