
The kingdom of Swaziland.

My August was spent in one of the hardest, yet most self-defining
experience of my life: A trip to Africa with a bunch of hippies and teachers. 40
people. 10,000 miles. The hippies hated me for being in marketing. The teachers hated me because I was one of the “kids”. Though, the irony in it all is that the liberal hippies were the most hypocritical group of people I have ever
met…and the Teachers ranged from 1-6 years older than I. On the plus side…I met a best friend for life and discovered that I was far stronger than I ever gave
myself credit to be.
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