Our Summer in the Deep South

“Summer in the Deep South” – The words on my magazine page jump out at me. These words have always conjured up certain images in my mind: cookouts, ice-cold-lemonade, wading in the creek, lazing about with friends and family surrounded by lush green mountains, and, occasionally, swatting pesky mosquitos. Though a Tanzanian summer is incredibly different from the ones of my childhood in East Tennessee, the pictures on my magazine page somehow don’t look so different from the images floating in my head of our recently-ended summer.

I look at the words again and, in my mind, drop the font size and add some letters to the type. It now reads: “Summer in the Deep South of Tanzania”. There. Now I turn my attention to the pictures and begin inserting familiar faces, changing the scenery a bit, and Voilà!!

Thought I would share some of those pictures with you:

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