Here is a pic of my sis, fellow PCV Tracy, and me at a bar in Bamako last September. We were pre-drunk here. Later, Leah would throw up, I would become hysterical thinking I had lost all my cash and passport, and a gigantic rainstorm would crash all around us for two hours.
Today I will start off on a new foot with Leah. I know that if we continue this sullen teenager-grumpy parent routine the entire time she is here, we will both soon regret it. So I came in at dawn-thirty so I can go home earlier and spend time with her.
I think we'll drink--it is, after all, the classic Quin family pasttime.
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