It is 8 p.m. and 73 degrees. Eat your heart out, Seattle. I am sittng here in a sarong and tank top. Recently out of the pool.
Okay, so it is not always paradise, but we are holding onto the heat for now, since we know once we get home we will FREEZE. Sarah says she will bring blankets to the airport.
But the sun is something, here on the equator. We were in Lira this week, where it is extremely dry and hot, much moreso than in Kampala. At some point it was as if we had crossed a line; the temperature switched from medium to hot. On the way home yesterday evening - bounce, bounce, bounce; once again I lost an inch of height, I think in some vertabrae in my neck - we came down a hill outside of Kampala and the bright orange African sun was setting. The sun was as big as a huge beach ball, and the color of orange is something you will never see anywhere else. It's, as they say here when something is bright, "shouting." It was creating a silhouette for the banana trees and these very weird plants we call Dr. Seuss trees with branches every three or so feet, evenly placed. (We have a tree book, but I can't find them. They look like a bottle brush sticking straight up, very tall.) The landscape was in reverse, the sun was in charge.
On the other side of the road, we could see the full moon rising. A smaller beach ball, with a promise of some sort.
We are homesick on and off, of course. But riding with the sun and the moon, I thought, "Okay. This is an alright kind of place." When we are home, we realize we will miss this.
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It was just snowing. In Seattle. SNOWING!! It didn't stick. But still. It's very very cold.
I'll make sure the car and house are toasty warm for your arrival!
It snowed more overnight and stayed on the ground. Seattle is now having its usual snow fits, but it sure looks beautiful...
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