I write this from Tunis, Tunisia. For those of you who flunked out of geography – it is in North Africa, between Libya and Algeria.

I’m here with a friend who is settling in, and I’m helping with the transition essentially. It was a huge honor when I was invited to come and assist.

So far we’ve wondered around the capital but haven’t made our way outside of the city. The Mediterranean is stunning.

We’ve gone to Carrefourre twice now, which is the French’s version of a Super Wal-Mart – except bigger. I hadn’t realized it was possible.

You can see the French colonialists everywhere, particularly throughout the old city. They were amazingly effective in spreading their architecture, culture, and language. Everything is in French.

In North Africa the Arabic is so vastly different from the Jordanian dialect I’m used to.. but it’s fun to try and practice some French. I want to become fluent in both Arabic and French – so it’s a great place to spend a few days… and maybe longer in the future… I’m open.

Every time I leave Jordan I realize how much of a home it has become to me. I return on Friday, and then I’ll have only 40 days left til I return to the strange world I’m from. The internal process of leaving has definitely begun. It’s something that is so difficult to explain. I just know that coming was so much easier and less complicated than leaving will be.