Odd socks and sweet tea.

I do recall having a conversation with my mom before we went to Africa, and it went something like this:

'Mother dear?'
'Yes my precious firstborn female?'
'Will The Interweb be accessible for me and my fellow lodgers when we go to this far away place they call The Gambia?'
'Why yes it will be, ye shall have a room filled to the brim with all the Interweb you could ever desire!'
'Oh mama, i am so, so happy and pleased!'

Well, we didn't speak quite like that, but it's the gist of it. And it brings me to the point. My mother is such a unintentional liar! We had no Interweb, and there was no pie. There should ALWAYS be pie.

Sorry, i don't make any sense. Have been awake since the 22 of February now, so don't expect me to write down my entire holiday tonight, or today is the more correct term.


After i wake up from the coma i am slowly surrendering into, i promise to write about all the crazy stuff that happened. The Dancing American, the Night of the Dusty Curtains, My Engagement and much more!

I just wanted you all to know that i am still here, the blog was only temporarily abandoned, and i didn't mean to do it.


Well, good day/night or whatever, I'll write more when i wake up.


Promise.