I remember
the day my friend Marcie got married (as any good friend should). It was a very hot day. It was in early June in Massachusetts, and it shouldn’t have been as
hot as it was. They couldn’t turn the
fans on because when they did, it kept blowing out the unity candle. I remember standing in the front of the
church, as her Maid of Honor, and sweating. I remember sweating so much that for the first time in my life, I could
feel the rivulets of liquid flowing down my legs.
Tanzania is like that nearly every day. The days here are warm. I don’t know what the
temperature is; I haven’t known in any country really. The heat is exacerbated by the crazy humidity. I don’t know the percentage of the humidity
either. But I do know that during an
hours-long church service, I again feel the sweat literally pouring off my
body. I always wonder if the clothes I
am wearing are getting as wet as I feel. When we walk places, it isn’t so bad; we are in motion, and there is
often a breeze. But sitting in the
church or in our house in the afternoon, that is when it is the worst. One thing I can say for sure – I am leaving a lot of my sweat behind in Tanzania!!
this place continues to seep into me.
