I made it to Mozambique. I have to say…it’s not Zambia. But it is a lovely place. It’s a strange feeling to leave your life on a Saturday, a life where you feel grounded and connected and loved, and end up in a completely new place the next day where you don’t know anyone. Maybe that’s why I feel so unsettled. And tired. Why do I feel so tired? Like I just aged 10 years in one weekend. I’m trying to be my yogi self and embrace the change. But it’s hard. My first few impressions of life in Maputo (and remember I have been here for only 5 days):
- The ocean. Maputo is on the ocean which is so nice after being in a landlocked country. I took a nice long run...along the ocean. Ahh.
- Yep. I must learn Portuguese.
- I went from living alone in my cute, little rondavel to living in a college-like dorm (not my favorite part of Mozambique life so far). See? I sound so old and fussy. I lived in a village with no running water for 2 years. Why is living with a couple of 20+ year olds so hard?
- They don’t have chai here which makes me sad.
- But, they do have very good caipirinhas which makes me happy.
- I did find out that there are yoga classes in town which is fantastic because I definitely miss my yoga.
|Flying into Maputo...it is a beautiful city.|