the source of this newfound rapaciousness (yes that's the appropriate word since i was daydreaming of running away with the goat tethered outside the fence) is... a little seed growing inside me. that's right, the little bugger's first trip inside mommy's womb was to rwanda. we're adding a human (not dog) to our itinerant family and hoping that he/she (and by that, i mean he or she and not a he-she) inherits mom and dad's peripatetic itch. ok well not to the point where he/she decides to go backpacking on her own at 12 but you know... i was at least in my late teens when i did that.
the one thing that struck me as odd was discovering that only when you're knocked up do you get congratulated for hurling your lunch. otherwise its just plain gross.
the liquidnet team i traveled with: Brian, Angela, Jessie, Matt, Gary & Good-ole-Al:
a couple of iphone photos:
