Next Tuesday evening I will not be sitting on an IKEA couch with my feet propped on the coffee table, smelling chopped parsley and typing on a laptop. I will be in a hotel in Philadelphia. Here is a photo of my most recent trip to Philly, two-and-a-half years ago:
Yes, those are fencing gloves on my hands. I am supposed to be fencing at a tournament, but am instead hopelessly lost in Philadelphia. Luckily, I am lost with Jen, who lent me a left-handed glove and a hooded sweatshirt. It is absolutely freezing cold, and I have no idea why I am smiling.
Here is how this post relates to The Gambia: It doesn't.
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