We left Tea Village, said our goodbyes to Max's family in his village, and spent the night in Bread Town before driving back home for the last time. All of our Stories were tested and most had been approved for the final recordings.
Those last few days can only be described as feverish...literally and figuratively! We now had 32 Stories that had to be re-recorded for the final draft. We began lining up times for Nick, our story crafter and the man who actually says the Stories on the recording, to come over and record. Another American who was in Mali at the time had agreed to do the technical parts of this process. He had a nice digital recorder and knew how to edit and all that kind of stuff. He wasn't over there with our organization, but we had befriended him and his wife and they were super nice and willing to help. I'll call him Brad.
So we'd lined up Brad and Nick to meet at our house for the final recordings. Our house was a cement block with all tile floors and open windows...not exactly "sound-friendly." Abby and I had grabbed every cushion and pillow we could get our hands on and stood them up on the walls in one of the bedrooms for our little studio. We were ready. I was still updating Excel documents as fast as I possibly could and sending them off to Nafi for approval, so Abby had gone to pick up Nick. Only, Nick never came that day because he was extremely, extremely sick with malaria. So we sent Brad home and did what we could. The next day Nick came, but he was so sick that he could barely hold himself up, much less tell a Story for a final recording. This was January 23. We were to get on a plane January 26...so, you know, we were kind of sweating it. The next 2 days were a blur...
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