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Thank God it's Friday.

Thank God it's Friday.

One of the many little pleasures of my life in Liberia is coming home from work and enjoying a drink on my balcony at sunset. The view from the balcony catches a slice of the crashing waves of the Atlantic to the west and the wide sprawl of Monrovia to the east. By 5:30 or 6pm, the heavy heat of the day has usually broken and it’s comfortable to sit outside and wait for the still-high equatorial sun to make its fast descent through the sky and slip under the ocean just before 6:30pm.

It’s only now, enjoying this new evening ritual, that I appreciate the meaning of “sundowner,” a word I’ve often seen crop up in colonial-era books about Africa like Karen Blixen’s Out of Africa – an alcoholic drink taken after completing the day’s work, usually at sundown.


About Home Strange Home

I first left the US in 1999, when I was 18 years old. Since then, I’ve spent 13 years living abroad - 3 in Canada, 7 in Europe, and 3 in Africa. Now I've finally returned to the US on a one-way plane ticket. I arrived home in late January 2014 and set foot in the US for the first time in nearly 2.5 years. In Home Strange Home, I blog about the ups and downs of my re-acculturation experience.

One response to “Sundowner

  1. Will M ⋅

    Jealous. Highly highly jealous.

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