My alarm is set for 3:30 a.m. that'll give me just enough time to make some coffee and get myself together, which means a warm pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt. I'm driving to Los Angeles International Airport, LAX, in the morning. I'll be taking my husband, his flight is too early for the shuttle and it's almost 2 hours away. I'm glad to do it, after all I'm going to miss him... he'll be gone a few weeks. To East Africa.
Yes, it's true . Many emotions are running through me at the moment. Happy, sad, jealous, mad. Happy that this opportunity came up for him, sad I can't go, jealous...well, I'm only human. And mad at myself for not being able to get back to the level of fitness that things like this require, And not sure even if I ever will...
He's going to climb mountains this time. Mt. Meru and Kilimanjaro. It's for work (get the photos) and to satisfy a longing that was not fulfilled the first time around when he met this mountain over 15 years ago. He told me that when he went up Kili he was so anxious and excited to reach the top that he did so in the dark. It was so cold that waiting for the requisite sunrise didn't happen because he and his poor porter (required) were in danger of freezing. So they descended in the dark. And he's always wanted to go back, to see the summit. To see the glacier before it's completely gone.
So.. if you see this man in Moshi in the next 2-3 weeks, please say hi, it will be my best friend, my husband.
...here he is, Chuck, i am going to miss him. Alot :(