I graduate in two weeks and will finally be home full time with Bo. Perhaps it is that, or perhaps it is partly due to the stories from abroad that naturally come from such an absence as deployment, but i am itching for the chance to travel once more. After living abroad twice, and undertaking the stimulating challenge of immersing myself in different cultures, i feel claustrophobic and ancy if I am in one place for too long. I had never had much of an interest in traveling to the middle east, but more and more i am intrigued by the curious pictures coming from Bo's camera. No, the country does not have particularly beautiful monuments or "touristy" areas. Even something particularly noteworthy is not easy to find. These pictures belie a sense of something much deeper however. How does a people forced to live this ruggedly survive? What would a women whose sole endeavor is to care for her husband and her children while obeying every law and mandate do for fun? What are the lessons taught in these schools like? How do these farmers make a living with their utter lack of modern machinery or even irrigation? Who are these Afghanis?
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