This is pure imagination, but I like to believe Montana is doing its best to wish me farewell. Considering that I have extreme lows of fifty degrees to look forward to in Madagascar, the recent blizzards and negative temperatures seem oddly appropriate. Somehow, perhaps, I will look back fondly on not being able to feel my toes, or my nose.
Sunday morning United Airlines will take me from Kalispell, through Denver, and on to Philadelphia for staging. The next few days will be a whirlwind. After spending less than forty-eight hours in Philadelphia, we as trainees are bussed to New York's JFK airport for a fifteen plus hour direct flight to Johannesburg, South Africa. From Johannesburg we fly to Antananarivo, the capital of Madagascar.
Communication during the nine weeks of training will be sporadic. And, though I may not be in touch as much as I would like, it's best to remember that "no news is good news."
Here goes nothing...
