Swaziland grabbed me a few years ago. It won’t let go.
My first visit to the Swazi Kingdom, in 2008, was an emotional earthquake. I was blindsided by the realization that I wasn’t the person I thought I was. So I went back to the United States and spent the next 18 months trying to deny my discovery. I thought maybe I could keep this scary new person – who I called “Africa Heather” – under wraps, and live happily ever after as “U.S. Heather”.