| (2003-12-04) Vulture Twenty-one days until Christmas. I went to the Environment Canada web site today and found out that with the wind-chill, it was –16 degrees in Halifax. That’s SO COLD. This morning was the coldest I’ve seen it in The Gambia. 24 degrees. I had on a sweater, hood up, hugging myself, and I was still cold. So, The Boy and I are going to have opposite Internal Thermometers when we meet- he’s going to think that 15 degrees is blissfully warm, and I’m going to feel like I’ve never been so cold in my life. It will make sleeping in the same bed very interesting. My best friend is SamosaHead and although I have hardly heard her voice in the past eight months, I realize once and a while how alike she and I are. Without knowing it, she and I write similar journal entries about being in our foreign countries. And then, she echoes my exact thoughts on finding a highlight every single day about our days. Things become routine here... and even though I’m in West Africa and she’s in India, things really aren’t exciting every step of the way. So, I’m here, but I’m living quite a boring life, with the same people and the same food and drink and the same sights and the same conversations. All different than home, but all the same on a daily basis. Yesterday’s highlight: watching a vulture on the beach eat the insides of a fish. Good times. (But he flew away before I got a good picture of him.)
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