Hannah Vanderpool
I raise kids and write books.
Greater Love
The airport in Addis Ababa is an oversized square and smells like people and duty-free snacks. Storefronts with headless mannequins line…its walkways and vie for the attention of braless Europeans with money to exchange. Listless travelers dogged its perimeter in the sleepy hours of that morning, schlepping worn backpacks and pretending not to notice us. We felt nauseous after a night of air travel and there were miles yet to go. We spotted what looked like glorified lawn chairs lined up against a section of drywall in the center of the square.Hannah Vanderpool3 min read