Phoenix captured my heart before we even cleared the security ramp.
The sight of an old biplane hovering beneath a stained glass sky had my mind juggling for the camera I knew was buried too deep. My feet danced at the sight of bedazzled sombreros behind the locked doors of the gift shop and continued to skip all the way down to baggage claim. I longed to see the city beyond the dark of night but instead satisfied my eyes with the glittering lights.
I finally gave up all efforts to sleep around 5am. Five o'clock plus three hours is longer than this body was designed to rest, and if it hadn't been for one of the most comfortable beds ever, I might not have even lasted that long. Though not fully rested I was anxious to get out... and with daylight sneaking in through the drapes I knew the day was beginning without me.
I still wear Africa around my neck, and am still in love as ever. But I have always wanted to see this country. My country. And here I am.