You Have Stolen My Heart.

Today it's raining. Not warm Ugandan rain...cold Colorado rain.
I miss Ugandan rain.
I miss being called "Recco" because Rachel is just too hard to pronounce.
I miss red dirt.
I miss mosquito nets.
I miss looking at Lake Victoria everyday.
I miss Christine's stories of Gulu and how lucky she is that the rebels didn't take her.
I miss eating rice and beans. (even posho!)
I miss you Uganda.

You have stolen my heart.