
Of Parasites and Repentance
You haven’t really been to a third-world country until that third-world country has been to you. One of my dear friends has been going to Uganda lately in service of this beautiful nonprofit she founded. Last year, she was away for my birthday in […]
You haven’t really been to a third-world country until that third-world country has been to you. One of my dear friends has been going to Uganda lately in service of this beautiful nonprofit she founded. Last year, she was away for my birthday in February and hers in July; this year, she got back in time to be part of a day-long string of surprises my creative husband planned in celebration. She also brought back a little friend, apparently called a “jigger.” I’ll spare you the details, especially she can now proudly claim she grossed out even the doctor who had to dig the parasite out of her toe. Truly, I say to you, as one who has been the bearer of similar bugs myself (mine of the gastrointestinal persuasion), this is a rite of passage of travelers to un- and underdeveloped nations. (more…)
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