A Spell Cast
Every time, somewhere in those twenty-four hours of plane travel to get to Zambia, I think I am never doing this again. And then usually about twenty-four hours later, after experiencing the first African sunset, often accompanied by elephants in silhouette against a fiery sky, I am thinking about whether January or June is best for our next trip. This place certainly casts a spell. This summer Monnix and I traveled with five others to Livingstone to complete a small project at Maher Primary (what we have come to just think of as Zoe’s school) and to visit many other schools, meeting with principals and teachers and students, to better understand their challenges and needs. Everywhere we went we were met with kindness and generosity, reminding us again and again, that while it sometimes feels, at least in the US today, like things are falling apart, like we will never see eye to eye again, like we can’t get out of the doom loop of the twenty-four-hour news cycle, the world awaits in all its magical beauty.