Today, I went on a road trip to a baby rescue center. It’s on the outskirts of Conakry. Road travel here is strangely poetic. There are no stop signs, no yield signs, no stoplights, not even many directional signs. But there’s a rhythm. Somehow it reminds me of jumping rope, single or double dutch. Every intersection requires one to enter the traffic the way a kid has to jump into the moving ropes. You just have to sense the rhythm of the traffic and jump in. The baby rescue center was great. They keep the babies until they can find homes for them. I played with a baby named Daniel. Nobody knows his age. He’s probably a toddler, but he either has pretty severe cerebral palsy or microencephaly. He has newborn reflexes. Sweet boy. Pray for him as special needs babies are very hard to place. Now I have a date with three cute boys for popcorn and a movie . A tout a l’heure!