Much to my preteen self’s dismay, Zack and Cody really didn’t prepare me much for hotel living. They didn’t prepare me for the buffets we would be treated to with
Yesterday, the high in Mbabane was a sunny 79 degrees, or 26 degrees Celsius for anyone in the world besides us stubborn Americans. Generally, the weather never falls outside of
“Nee-oo-bon-ga.” As I butcher the phrase for the second time, Mrs. Mkoko and the man bagging my fabric laugh. Stumbling my way over the last two syllables, I train my
