Us New Yorkers woke up this morning to find our city covered in alternate piles of dingy snow and shin-deep lakes of slush. I have a pair of fairly serious snow boots, and not even they permitted me to make it through the enormous slush puddle that had accumulated on the street next to the my apartment. I had to toddle in traffic alongside its edges like everyone else. For reasons that mystify me, the snow/slush also threw a wrench in the public transportation system, and this morning’s commute was one of the worst in recent memory. (I’m adding Sorry My Arm Is On Your Head, and Other Stories About the Suspension of Human Dignity on Public Transportation to my list of imaginary subway-related books titles.)
By the time I got to work, I was a bit frazzled. “You wouldn’t believe the subway this morning,” I complained to a colleague. “It was so crowded, this woman just wrapped her hand around mine on the pole like my hand wasn’t even there. And I couldn’t even cross the street because of the slush!”
“It’s probably not snowing in Africa,” my colleague reminded me.
And she’s right. It’s 81-degrees with 0% precipitation in Maputo, Mozambique right now.
And do you know where we’ll be in just over one month’s time? If you said Maputo, Mozambique, you’re right!
After months and months (if not years) of idle dreaming about escaping the corporate grind, we are finally leaving our large law firm jobs and embarking on some traveling. We don’t have a definite itinerary (which, after years of deadlines, is something of a relief, even for a Type-A Virgo like myself), but we’ve got a vague plan of exploring Africa. We have ample time and curiosity, so we’ll see where things take us.
Have suggestions for Africa? Leave us a note in the comments!
