aside from the people, it’s the noises of africa i miss the most. the buzzing of big bugs traipsing somewhere in the bright foliage. motorbike horns honking in friendly discussion. badly recorded music blasting through maxed speakers on the side of the red dusty road, the blurred bass like a neverending tribal chant. the clucking [...]

last week the papé household walked through what felt like a battlefield. but these hardships that have flared up allowed for life-giving conversations with close friends, the kinds of friends you just want to celebrate for being so good to you! maybe with champagne and a really yummy cheeseboard complete with fig spread and marcona [...]