Making Goo-Goo Eyes

I had a few scheduled patients. A new family coming in that needed briefing on the common Montezuma’s revenge, malaria, and and don’t eat that yellow – oops! Wrong country. Of course there were a few walk-ins. That’s usual. But why on a day that I have to go to a luncheon? Here in Niamey, a lunch out can take over 2 hours. It got really busy. I even had to cancel an appointment with a well-child check.

A guy who works for the Department of Energy has been here for 2 years and is leaving with his wife back to Australia. I was invited on short notice to Le Pilier, a very nice French-Italian restaurant. Ironically, Dina had been invited there for lunch by her friend as a Birthday present and was making good on her word. It took some planning so that Zuri could pick up the kids from school.

I was seated at a large table with about 30 people there to see the man off. My back was turned to the the other diners but when I would turn around (often), I could see Dina looking beautiful in a cute dress. She would occasionally glance over and flash that stunning smile! I must have been looking too much because all of a sudden, the waiter came up and pulled a curtain just enough to obstruct my view of them. “That’s my wife,” I exclaimed, blushing! “Well I’m glad to hear that,” replied a TDY’er.