The trip to Freetown was not as difficult and harrowing as expected. On all three legs of the trip (DC -> Brussels, Brussels -> Lungi Airport, Lungi Airport -> Freetown), people were incredibly understanding and helpful about the baby. As someone whose friends are largely child-free by choice at this point in my life, it’s easy to forget that most of the world are parents. And parents understand how frustrating it can be to travel with a newborn.
In any case, our apartment is more than big enough for the three of us. The kitchen is enormous, we have a balcony with an incredible view, and hey! The air conditioning doesn’t blow the fuse for the entire apartment like our place in Cotonou did. Actually, this place is a lot like our Cotonou apartment, except that every thing works, and when it doesn’t, we can call someone to get it fixed.
Life with the State Department is sweet like that.
Work is busy. Very busy. That was expected. I knew that I’d be expected to hit the ground running as a fully functional GSO on the first day, but I really didn’t understand what that meant until I was deep in the weeds of installing fuel meters! and signing leases! and writing cables! and! and! and! and!
Yeah. I signed a lease in the name of the US Government today. That was awesome.
Bertrand bought fresh fish straight off the boat for our housekeeper (housekeeper! more awesome!) to cook yesterday, and today we have enough baked and fried fish to sink a battleship. I think he missed cheap and convenient access to fresh fish.
tl;dr We’re having fun.