Had Camille's slumber party on Friday, kind of hard to have a party when you don't have any of your stuff. We are camping in our own house, using the Embassy welcome kit, with the sheets made of sandpaper. We fly on Tuesday at midnight. Camille has already arranged playdates on the plane, we are flying to France with about half her class.
I will miss shaking hands one hundred times a day. I love the soft handshake of Niger. If someone is too far away to shake your hand, the shake their own hands over their head. If they are on their moto, they clasp an invisible hand overhead, the black power salute. Try it, it's fun. If they are feelin' it, the men touch their chest when they shake hands, . Peter does this and it cracks me up, it's almost as good as everyone calling him "Patron." Some people snap fingers after shaking hands, or bump their fists together in a super cool secret handshake, but I am not cool enough for someone to do this with me. I make the kids do it with me though.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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