Congo

Everything is absolutely beautiful here. The sky is so big. When it thunders the whole sky echoes. Lighting lights up walls of clouds. The rain comes down like the clouds need to empty all their rain in the next two minutes. Palm trees stretch higher than four story buildings. Chickens run around everywhere. There are beautiful birds and butterflies that I have never seen before. Sometimes before it is about to rain everything turns orange. The sky is orange, the light is orange, everything outside looks orange. In the morning there is mist everywhere. In the distance there are small mountains. The whole horizon is filled with palm and eucalyptus trees. And the people are always laughing, always smiling. In Lingala they use the same word for smiling and laughing. I like to think it is because they hardly ever smile without laughter following it.