Nora McNamara

We are in the middle of the hottest season here, where temps stay around 105-110, and the humidity is always at least 80%.  I call it wretched season.

But this morning I woke up and saw a glorious haze in the sky.  Gone are the heat and humidity, or at least the humidity, because the harmattan winds are back!  They blow lovely dry air in from the Sahara.  Also half the dust from the desert, but for today it's a dry heat again, so who cares?  Being in the States from December-February I thought I'd missed all of coolish season, but West Africa seems to have saved a day of harmattan just for me.

Yesterday I was all packed up, and my passenger was ready to go.  We were heading into town for me to do some errands, and for her to go to the hospital.  She has some kind of cyst growing on her hand, and it stops her from being able to work as a seamstress and a plastic bag artisan.

I was already a little behind schedule, but before we could leave, my friends gathered around the truck and prayed-for me, for my friend's trip to the hospital, for safe travel, and for other stuff I didn't catch.

This happens pretty often.  I have a lot to learn about prayer from my friends here.

In the next two years or so, I'm going to blog 500 things I love about living here, in no particular order, in honor of Kate, someone I knew who loved living here too.  Most of them will be trivial, a few might be a deep, but that's my blog in a nutshell, right?