I am sorry.
Blogging has always been feast or famine for me. Unfortunately, when I get home from Ethiopia, I usually begin a period of famine. I feel guilty. I blame it on the adjustment after being gone. Secretly, I think it's my way of coping.
I desperately want to share our ten days with everyone. I want to show all 359 pictures and explain each one in detail. I want to hold my woven baskets up and let you take in the smell of Ethiopia. I want to show you hours of video and share each story that I heard from our translators.
"So, tell me about your trip!" you might say, with a smile showing genuine interest.
I want to gush. I want describe the time so eloquently that you feel as if you were with me. Instead, I freeze. My mind is speeding through the amazing trip, but my mouth won't open.
You get a lame, "It was an amazing trip!"