Ugali!!!
Eaten on Africa night: No forks. No spoon. Digits only!
Wrecked. I heard other World Race Alumni ask “Are you ready to be wrecked? ” but could never have imagined what that truely meant. Living abroad in a foreign country for nearly two years? Piece of plum pie. World Race training camp? Let me tell you, this week has been by far one of the more difficult, uncomfortable, hot, stinky, sweaty, sticky and utterly intense experiences I’ve ever had.
Simmulated plane crashes, campouts in the wood under the stars, eating on the floor (alright, so I guess that one’s nothing new), dance competitions, and team building tasks, all while at the same time trying to get to know, remember, and have *genuine* connections with the *sixty eight* other people on my squad, now I get it. I get the whole “getting wrecked thing”.
Now? Moments away from announcing the team I’ll be working and traveling with throught the duration of the 11 months out there in the wild world. It is these people I will be living, eating, breathing, sleeping, and praying with. And here comes the virdict, stepping on up to the microphone… drum roll please…
