Mon Chere Amour

Dear Guinea,

Thank you fot the warm welcome I received today. From the sun glaring down heating up the Earth-to the smell of exaust from a 1990 Renault. Everything was perfect.

I enjoyed the strange language falling off a sea of purple lips. The men staring at Foté asking for a "petit cadeaux" made my already permament smile expand just a little bit more. I felt strong genderly, yet envious when I saw working women transporting their goods most efficiantly via their heads. The kerosene lamps, buildings so close they can't breath, the haze (composed of who knows what), the scent left behind by non-antipersperant users, the bumpy roads...Although not glamerous, made my welcome all the more real. It like your friend, mother, or child-you love them despite their flaws.

I know this is only the first time we met and I'll have a lot more time to get to know you. But sometimes the feel a strong connection at first glance and I have you tell you Guinea, I think I'm in love!

Until tomorrow,
Melinda