We're sitting in the Atlanta airport, 1 hour from our flight to Johannesburg, and everything is going swell no far.
No faux pas
No cultural awkwardness
No "oops...my bad" moments
I've finished two books (the trouble with Paris, by mark Sayers and Jesus: the final days by Craig evans and nt wright) and eaten two dinners.
Feel full in my belly and brains.
Next? A 14 hour trip into awesomeness.