“Oh, Africa,” has become a phrase that I say a lot (to myself) here.  Like, whenever something goes slightly wrong…the electricity going out right before the water for my coffee is hot enough, getting to a town an hour away somehow taking the entire day, thinking I’ve bargained my price down to an amazing deal and then seeing the same thing sold to an actual African for a third of my price…I’ll say it.  But I think I’ve become a little too “Blame Africa” when there are really other factors.  Like, yesterday I bought a dozen eggs and the stand put them in a paper bag.  I threw the bag in my backpack and then walked a mile back home.  When I got back, obviously several of the eggs were broken and my backpack was a mess.  I sighed to myself, “Oh, Africa.”  And then I realized this isn’t at all about Africa.  Eggs break when you put them in backpacks.  That’s a fact in Tanzania, in China, in the States, and probably on Mars.  So, l think my new phrase is going to be “Oh, Julie.  Who’s an idiot?  You’s an idiot.”  Muttering this to myself multiple times a day is going to win me a lot of new friends at the hostels, huh?  Combine that with the fact that I just ran out of deodorant and had to buy off-brand roll on and I’m going to be like prom queen, right?