Days 10 / 11: The Long Way Home

Day 10 was really two days of travel. On Friday, July 3, we checked out of our hotel in Zimbabwe and headed to the airport. After more than a week of moving through South Africa, Botswana, Zambia, and Zimbabwe, it felt strange to be packing our bags for the final time. We would not arrive back at RDU until Saturday at noon, 33 hours later. 

Our first flight was on Airlink from Victoria Falls to Johannesburg. Once we arrived, we had a nine-hour layover before our United flight to Newark. We went through customs, collected our checked bags, and then realized it was still too early to re-check them. For a while, our whole group settled into an open corner of the airport with our luggage, backpacks, snacks, and nowhere else to be just yet.

After some searching, we found an area big enough for our whole group and all of our bags. That spot became the setting for our final reflection. It was not exactly a conference room, but by that point, we were used to making things work wherever we were. We sat on the floor, surrounded by suitcases, and began trying to process what we had just experienced.

There was something fitting about having our last reflection in between places. We were no longer fully in the trip, but we were not home yet either. We were tired, a little scattered, and still carrying more than we could probably explain in one conversation.

Eventually, we were able to check our bags and board our fifteen-hour flight to Newark. Once we landed in Newark, the goodbyes began. Our group split in different directions: some headed to RDU, some to Charlotte, and Rachel continued on to Seattle. 

After the fifteen-hour flight to Newark, the final flight to Raleigh felt easy. We arrived at RDU around noon on Saturday, July 4, and said our last round of goodbyes at baggage claim. Then everyone started disappearing into cars, Ubers, and family hugs. Slowly, photos began appearing in our group chat of people reuniting with spouses, children, pets, and the familiar pieces of home.

When I got home, I added pins to our family map in the living room. I placed two in South Africa for Johannesburg and Pretoria, then added pins for Botswana, Zambia, Zimbabwe, and Namibia, even if Namibia only counted for about five minutes during our safari.

It was a quiet way to close the loop. After all the airports, classrooms, border crossings, bus rides, wildlife sightings, conversations, and questions, the program had become part of the map at home.

Day 10 did not have the dramatic scenery of Victoria Falls or the energy of a school visit, but it had its own kind of importance. It was the day we began carrying the experience back with us. Not just in our luggage or photos, but in the stories we would tell, the lessons we would build, and the ways the program would keep showing up long after we were home.

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