The Handshake

Scott and I haggled with each other back and forth for a while and finally comprised our list of 10 posts we wanted to bid on. Our top 3 were unaccompanied posts which we'd decided would be a good way to kick start his career in the Foreign Service. Next came our top two preferred posts to go to as a family; Cairo and New Delhi.
When Scott was told that an unaccompanied post was not in his foreseeable future, we assumed we were all but guaranteed Egypt or India. Then Scott called and told me he'd been offered a handshake and could I guess on which post. I asked him for a clue.
Africa he said. Cairo! I thought.
No, try again.
My befuddled brain couldn't think of any other African posts we'd bid on, Abu Dhabi? That was The Middle East..we'd bid on 2 South American posts...then what?
Dakar he says.
Silence.
Did we even bid on that post?, I thought.
Turns out we did. It was towards the bottom of the list.

After swallowing away the disappointment of not climbing pyramids, enjoying cruises down the Nile or eating vast amounts of yummy Indian food, I remembered that we had signed up for adventure when we took this fork in the road.
As we researched this African country and our knowledge of it grew, we also grew more excited at the prospect of moving there. It is one of the most stable African countries right now and it's on the coast. Both good things in my book.

Dakar huh? Yes, Dakar! Bring it on! :)
It's Africa people! I am going home!