I swear, in a fortnight, I'm home

I'm guilty. Of false advertising, or something like it. I said I'd be stateside on Aug 30th. Turns out, my flight will not touch down until Sept 7th.

This delay is actually a gift, since my previous itinerary would have forced me to miss the swear in of our new trainees. This long-awaited gala is a celebration of ten weeks of arduous work, a kick-off for a new set of two year commitments to Mauritania. Beverages from Senegal, a rented sound system from Rosso, and imaginative menus designed by half starved trainees with full run of the market and a modest budget.

In short, a must-attend event.

So, consider my bags unpacked, my countdown reset, my anticipation deferred. And yes, some Americans actually use the word fortnight.