I remember driving down the 5 kilometer road for the first time. Seeing the expansive salt pan that seemed to go on forever.
I think it was the longest 5 kilometers I have ever traveled.
We came before the rains. Before green and the yellow flowers that erupt everywhere. Before the cows get fat and baby goats play.
I grew to love the ride in, my house was in the center of the village just a short walk away from the bus stop. Every time on my way in I would look for my little yellow house with colored curtains. And smile because I was home.
This time in--it was no different, except it wasn’t my little yellow house with colorful curtains. And the rain had come.