Malian

Some places: and a tale of the unbearable truth

I'm a woman who looks for beauty wherever I go.  And I always find it.  But I see the rest, too.  The poverty, the sadness, the dirt. The malaria, the pollution, the crime. Sometimes {almost} the only {and best} beautiful thing is the people.  It's the unbearable truth for me in Bangui, in Dhaka, in Bamako, and in Addis Abbaba.

I left last week for Mali.  Here a glimspe of the beautiful people.

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PS It's a special day for me tomorrow and I'll have a special offer.....Oui!  So please come visit! 

Mali: and a tale of life and laughter

Oh, I've been to many places........

But I have never been to a place where people laughed more than in Mali.

The kind of laughter where you have to wipe your eyes, not once but twice.

The kind of laughter that  when you try to stop and speak, you just laugh again.

The kind of laughter where you (seriously) might fall sideways out of your chair.

It might seem slightly deranged if it weren't so adorable. 

I love being around people who make it a priority to laugh, really laugh.  

And I can't help but laugh, too.  Hard.

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Do you laugh enough?  What can you do to laugh more?