It's funny how the strangeness of a place can slowly become ordinary. Once when we arrived home in Durban, South Africa after 9 months of being away, the smell of that tropically-heated-world hit me like walking into a wall would have. It was a physical smell that I felt just as much as I smelled, but when we were in the midst of living there I barely ever noticed it. That smell was our strange ordinary, but it was extraordinary once I had been away from it. What will my kids think is extraordinary about Burundi if we ever walk away from it?