'Best and worst 3 weeks of our lives'
BUCYRUS -- "How was your trip?"
Even when we were in Cameroon, whether eating goat, riding six to a bus seat that was meant for three or digging our toes into cocoa-colored sand, I wondered how my husband and I were going to answer that question.
My best response is that our time in Africa was the best and worst three weeks of our lives.
We were mentally prepared for roughing it in a Third World country. Gary and I figured we could take the heat and the humidity and three weeks without watching "Desperate Housewives." We hiked and hitchhiked, seeing magnificent waterfalls and soul-crushing poverty, slugging down bottled water and sleeping under mosquito nets. But oh, how we missed ice cubes and reliable indoor plumbing.
We were thrilled to step off the plane in Yaounde and see our youngest son, Max, who left June 1, 2011, for 27 months in the Peace Corps. His formerly long locks shaved to combat the heat, he wore a tailor-made African pagne and a wide grin that instantly made our nearly 24-hour trek worth it.
