Amsterdam

On A Jet Plane

April 1, 2012

7am, Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam. The lines of jetstream in the sky seem to make a checkerboard. Or a hexagon. Or the giant apocalyptic throwing stars of rebel angels. Or something. You see all sorts of things when you’ve been awake for 24 hours. (From here, I fly to Kampala, Uganda. I’ve been traveling for about 10 hours now – 12 hours? Am losing track – and still have about ten to go. But, adventure. Adventure.)

(I’m headed to Uganda with CARE International, on a learning tour. I’m joining government and private sector representatives in meeting women – and men, and children – who are using Care-funded programs in the areas of maternal health and micro-finance and action against gender-based violence. I expect my heart and mind to fill up very, very quickly.)

 

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