In Luanda Someone Is Thinking of Me

First Skype call finally accomplished.

He described what it was like to fly along the Med coast from Tunisia, and then south.  He could feel the topography changes the plane encountered, from desert, to mountains, to jungle, to plateau.  This was topographical geography felt in one's body, not political geography.  This was a precious experience for one who has taught the geography of Africa.

I feel better now that we made voice contact.

Since he's gone for so long I've embarked on deep housecleaning.

Also writing / work resumes after the prolonged anxiety and chaos around this particularly mission's journey. I'm still anxious, but not so much now.