Sonya Madan, Where Have You Gone?

August 18, 2004

It’s dawning on me that I fly to Addis Ababa tomorrow.
A big reason that I’m going is just so I could type that sentence: Tomorrow I fly to Addis Ababa. Romantic. But of course I think the same thing I think whenever I go, alone, on a trip like this, to a strange place: WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?
I’ll spend two nights and a day in London on my way home. I scheduled it that way mostly so I could gorge on English Breakfasts, which I believe to be the pinnacle of British Civilization. I lived there for a year, and loved it, loved the atmosphere, and the Limeys: I’m staying up near Ladbroke Grove, which was my haunt.