Which means that Mike and I are adding a third person to our future travel and restaurant reservations. This is both exciting and scary as hell for me.
I never expected to have a baby, so the idea of becoming a parent is quite daunting. I’ve spent a lot of time freaking out about how our truly wonderful life is about to drastically change. And, at least for a while, become a lot less wonderful.
I just got back from a three-week safari trip in Tanzania. Everything was awesome, except for the dreaded tsetse flies. If you’ve googled how to avoid them and ended up here, you’ve probably already found out that they’re the large biting flies in Africa that hurt and can transmit disease and DEET does nothing to dissuade them. But you probably haven’t found any information on how to avoid them.
One afternoon on our honeymoon safari, while bundled up in the back of an open-aired Jeep, surrounded by biting flies, waiting for a cheetah to murder an impala before it started to rain, I realized: a safari honeymoon is nowhere near as sexy as I thought it would be.