Sunday, March 10, 2013
O Centro de Cabinda
The weekends tend to be quiet around here during the day. But the discotheques bump the bass till 4am of course. Our walking radius is small. I'm getting antsy to begin teaching.
The heat hits like a cargo train when you step outside. There are no numbers to describe the quantity of heat that you feel. It's hot. Africa hot.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
You two are both so beautiful!!! xoxoxox
ReplyDeleteHurry and move into the apartment so I can send the cow for the freezer :-)