It's Sunday morning (2 AM) and I am busy trying to tie up my loose ends here in Greensboro before heading off to Africa. I am going to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia for 5 weeks to work in the Mother Theresa Mission Clinic. Hopefully I will get to help out with caring for the patients, playing with the orphans, and whatever else the nuns need help with. In all honesty, I have absolutely no clue what I'm getting myself into. In my mind I imagine Ethiopia to be somewhere in between the Belgian Princess's B&B lodge my family stayed in during our first night on safari in Tanzania in 2002-3, and pictures of refugee camps in Zaire (now DRC) following the Rwandan Genocide in '94. So somewhere in between these two extremes, I imagine Addis falls. During my gap year (now two years ago, '05-06) I traveled the globe, hitting 3 continents, 5 countries, 1 ski resort, and 1 chinese lady on a moped. I lived in the Hamptons and I slept on the muddy floor of a chinese hut with 3 pigs...