Two
plane rides, three cities, five hostels, three overnight buses, one hot
air balloon ride, a ferry to Greece and a different ferry to Asia, two
Lizzie McGuire-esque scooter rides, a dive boat, and our own two
(usually lost) feet later... back in Benin.
I guess if I were a real blogger, I would've taken advantage of my first-world, high-speed Turkey internet to update you on my every move and every meal. I am obviously not a real blogger. I've been back in Benin for about 14 hours now, and there's a lot to wrap my mind around. Mostly I fear that I will spiral down into a deep depression at the thought that my cheese-and-olive breakfasts are over, that my indulgent attitude towards pizza and ice cream every day will do me no good here, and that I can't just go jump into the sea when I get too hot.
And now I'm gonna go take a nap. I'll get around to telling you all about all the things, but for now:
Turkey was glorious in every sense of the word. Glorious.
I guess if I were a real blogger, I would've taken advantage of my first-world, high-speed Turkey internet to update you on my every move and every meal. I am obviously not a real blogger. I've been back in Benin for about 14 hours now, and there's a lot to wrap my mind around. Mostly I fear that I will spiral down into a deep depression at the thought that my cheese-and-olive breakfasts are over, that my indulgent attitude towards pizza and ice cream every day will do me no good here, and that I can't just go jump into the sea when I get too hot.
And now I'm gonna go take a nap. I'll get around to telling you all about all the things, but for now:
Turkey was glorious in every sense of the word. Glorious.
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