Orange Alert

I sit here severely hungover after a night of fun with Blake and friends. Although, most of the evening I was drooling over Blake's roommate's Irish boyfriend. That boy is H.O.T. and hilarious. Oh well. I'm hoping he has equally hot and hilarious friends that he'll bring on our Greece trip in August that is in the works. Blake and I are actually going to southern Spain next weekend to relax and work on our tans but first I have to make a stop in Africa.

Yeah. Not cool African safari Africa. But Northern Africa in the middle of the flipping Sahara with Arabic as their first language and me pretty much being the only female for miles. There was a kidnapping just last week of an expat. So looking forward to it. There really isn't any point in me going but "to be a distraction to the locals with your blonde hair" (and gender is what I'm thinking) at the meeting I am attending with my boss. Yep, he actually sad that. And we have to ride to this meeting with an armed convoy. AK47 style. Can you say I haven't really been sleeping this week? I've seen my accommodation, too. I'm too girly to really "rough it"-think the worst Motel 6. Should be interesting.

If I can just get past the next 4 days, Spain will be smooth sailing. Seriously hope to write in a week!

Last Night, I Fell In Love

Last night, while flipping through my 4 channels in my hotel room, I came across a documentary about a boy with Crouzon’s syndrome, leaving him with a cone-shaped head and protruding eyes. Despite Petero's physical appearance, his heart was as big as gold-even when teased by the local kids in his Uganda village.

By chance, he was discovered by a Dallas craniofacial surgeon and was brought over to the US to undergo 3 different extensive surgeries over a seven month period, leaving his family behind. His exploration of America, complete with escalators, automatic doors, "machine for the bread" (toaster), "machine for the food" (refrigerator), etc. reminded me of all the things we take for granted. Some people in the world, like Petero, live in mud huts and sleep on straw mats. We are lucky to have the things we have been granted in life.

Petero, also showed me that when I think I have it bad with my trivial drama, there are thousands of other people that have life so much worse. Petero was so brave going into his surgeries. He even did a little Uganda dance right before them that was prec.

Instead of wallowing that I'm not yet with the man of my dreams on this Valentine's Day, I'll think of Petero in his village, being able to have a great quality of life with his new face.