Royal

Night One, after the flight and Mr. Robert and the return to the Baobab tree.  Some things change... some don’t.  The joy at the picking up of wine and tonic.  The love people have for the newlyweds.  The soft magic of the glowing Zambezi.  Fridays.  The joy in sharing these moments with this holy beauty. 

Remember Doubt’s fedora, the pictures, Josephine as MC and correcting her, Willard’s "colleague” and interest in negotiating the bill, the madness of the registrar’s accusations in front of her family at the Civic Center on wedding day, then the attempt to further “register” amid the hordes at the NRC fiasco?  

The magic in returning to the same places.  Mentos Room beckons.  This tour through Livingstone as we set the wife (the wife!) up for the next few months such a fantastical thing.

“Wanted to wish you well before I remove our connection.”  

Incredible language.  How long past is that?  To laugh, and remember.  Funny as I only realized nothing had come in terms of acknowledgement earlier in the day.

Aye.  Such a world.  The Baobab as fulcrum, Nov 24 to Nov 20.  If you could go back and tell them what to expect, who’d have believed it.  

How I love it.