STORIES FROM MY HEART

I've had a marathon of a day. These grueling hours are becoming the norm, yet strangely, I'm starting to really enjoy them. I just returned to my room after a delightful dinner with Sammy, my cameraman, at a charming spot called Mimmo's, a stone's throw away from our home away from home, Hotel Africa. The warm evening air wrapped around us like a warm embrace,  Despite the wind's antics, the night was undeniably beautiful. We are staying on the outskirts of the city and it's quite safe, at least in our neck of the woods. We stroll to and from the restaurant, each night, greeted now not with just Portuguese pleasantries but with genuine hellos. Tonight, I indulged in a gift to myself—a glass of Vinho de Tinto, dry and rich. Ah, the fruit of our labor paired with prego and chips, served with a side of conversation with our waitress. Remarkably, she mastered English all on her own. Oh, how I miss my daughter's endless tales of school and friends. I also miss my...

It feels like its been forever since I posted something. Well, now I have something to say. About places and people and what distance does to you. I'm in Mozambique, the country of Samora Mâchél, the man I fell in love with when I was a little girl. So, imagine how it feels to step on where he probably stepped and to listen to stories from those that adored him almost as much as I did and those that shook hands with him or even saw him on TV. Vivid memories that have now become mine too. I love Maputo, there's something about this city that I'm yet to put my finger on. It is an old city, several of the buildings were built in the hey days, there's a lot of renovation and new buildings coming up, there's some amazing food, and there's Laurentina, a local beer that I will have to taste. Or perhaps it is that person ...never mind. The days here have been laborious, I've been up at 6 am every morning and wrapping at One am, promptly. Editing and s...